The unknown grandchildren

I took my father to lunch today. He hasn't seen his grandchildren since they were little, thanks to his hateful wife. Upon seeing their pictures today, he scribbled this on a napkin:

Heir then

But when were we two

Yet of course a trio

of ken

that by now of course

of a time

Though gone, yet here

where

how

that

be

come

yet

How else

But course of memory

That river’s course

So deep that

Were I there to sleep

I

would then

but awake again

To be of your charm

ii.

About how long

Has that been now

Who

in such a realm counts

such things

Love has but wings

But where from

Ask me that not

Lest one find oneself

So b’gotten

that

in that forget

there is no let in the

b’yond

Oh, is there not a fine Chin,

no

keener

than but yours, dear,

Grand fa

ther

Known to you

As Gran

Pa

That of course

Deep love

Deep love

Keep love

so far down

that were it not

for an a-

boveness

which

Oh! B’lieve

do

oh

lord

for

give

me

now

Yet

But for you

would you, Gran

son?

Here by

Me

Yes as well

for

me

in

That char-

i-

ty

of la

tin

root

Known but in our tongue

as love.