Grandpa

November 13, 2009
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Grandpa

What words can I say
To describe this man?

All the feelings of security,
When he holds me in his hands…

Every shake of the hand
And hug from a bear…

And all the times
He told me to cut my hair.

He is so big,
I am so small.

But with our big love,
Size doesn’t matter at all.

I sit on his lap, as
He holds me in his arms.

He holds me there
And keeps me safe from harm.

When I am around him,
I am the happiest I've ever been,

Because he is not just my grandpa;
He is my best friend.





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