My grandfather Ernst Davidsson died 1979 in a age of 97 years old, he was one of my guidelines in life a great man.


Where does wisdom comes from . . .



I once knew an old man
with great wisdom. . .

His eyes had a glimmering light
and when he looked at me . . .

it was just that he looked
right thru me. . .

Every Sunday he sat in front of
he’s old radio from the thirties

and listens to classical music
one of his favourite was Chopin

and Mozart. . .

He was my best friend when
I was a young boy . . .

it was my granddad
and his name was Ernst

He died 97 years old
and had a long life behind him

He was one of the best boat builders
a real master with wood

He often told me that the end is not the goal
it’s the journey . . .

That makes the goal vulnerable!











Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-10-09 at 23:55

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Kathy Lockhart
a beautiful dedication to and about your wise and loving grandfather. I enjoyed it very much Dan. : )
2007-10-10


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well writan , Dan, reminds me of my perterna;l grand dad. I use '' dad'' rarther than ''farther'' has he was as much a dad , as his son was . My dad told me so much about his dad. I know him from when he was a lad hin self in the 19th centchery. right up untill the mid 60's when he sadlydied . He was in his 70's , way way to young to go. I hope to write some of the storrys my dasd shared with me also , storys I have sicse found out about him. Tho some I was awaer of , when my dad was alive. But did not tell him . For reasons , you and those who will read them. Will understand why.

(Ken D Williams )
2007-10-10