Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Chance, My Grandson. Chance had tremendous challenges in his early life-- He had terrible digestive pain with much of what he ingested. Diet, under the guidance of his parents, Was juggled to make food intake less painful. Chance had a 'different' sort of face, With a cute, crooked smile (according to his father), And strove hard to get over his weaknesses. This boy, with his striving, did indeed, overcome those problems, And he continually reminded me with his similarity To Theodore Roosevelt's health struggles. Chance worked on building up his body By bike riding, bodybuilding, and coming to our farm to work. When I offered to pay him for his labors, He said, "I want no money from you, you are family!" Chance increasingly became very popular with both his peers and elders. One evening he borrowed his grandmother's car And drove to the beach for recreation in the sand. Something horrible occurred, where speed and three boys Resulted in a terrible crash--all beyond recognition. His absence has been a deafening silence-- We miss his airy countenance, always raising up our spirits. Frank Maurer 28 October 2923 1830 Hours.