Grandpa
“Tell me what you’re thinking” As he puts his hand on my shoulder. I start to cry and tell him what’s wrong, About the day he died. I never really knew him, Not as well as I’d like. All the years we spent together, Seem to be washed away. He was my pillar of strength, My Hercules. I remember how big his hands were, Against mine when I was young. Growing up he was there, I think. There’s this gap inside, Where he used to be, I can never fill it, But I want it that way. He’s taught me things I’ll never use But I know I’ll understand them one day He was my Father, It wasn’t make believe He’s a part of me, The part he’d want to be. He is my heart, He is my soul.writen about my grandpa who has just passed away. be nice. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 07:29 AM PST 0 • 10
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