Grandpa

Being with him was like sitting on a prickly cactus.
     He was pointed, sometimes pointless.
     "Don't look at me in that tone of voice."
      Were his favorite words of choice.
          But he died not too long ago,
So his words, his voice, his pictures are all I know.
Once in a while from him I'd get a shove. (verbal)
     But for him all I have to give is love. (eternal)
I love you Grandpa!

by T. M., Chicopee, MA