You're Gonna Be A Grandpa

Sit down, Dad. I know — you never sit down. You taught me how to ride a bike running one hand on the seat, you measured every inch I grew in pencil on the kitchen door. You cry about once a decade — you might want to schedule one. Mom already knows. She's been screaming for an hour. Your turn. You're gonna be a grandpa! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a brand-new door frame coming with pencil marks to write. Breathe, old man, breathe — go on, this one's allowed. You're gonna be a grandpa now. Dust off all the fishing rods, un-retire the bedtime voice. Somebody's gonna think your truck is the greatest thing on wheels. Every quiet thing you did for me is about to get its encore. The hands that held the bicycle seat are gonna hold something smaller. You're gonna be a grandpa! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a brand-new door frame coming with pencil marks to write. Breathe, old man, breathe — go on, this one's allowed. You're gonna be a grandpa now. You always said the best thing you ever made was me. Well, I learned from you — wait till you see what we made. You're gonna be a grandpa now. Decade's crying quota — spent.