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My Grandpa

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My grandpa was in a wheelchair
He could not talk
Only stare.
I cannot remember
Any December
That he was with us
And not in a home.
Then Katrina came
He was taken away
Missing him so
All I could do was pray.
Our family gathered
To his room we did go
Circling around him
And loving him so.
He passed
We were sad
He went to heaven and
We knew we should be glad.
My grandpa’s name was Joe
My strength, my courage, my hero.





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