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Grandfather

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The ghost of my grandpa's past,
still sits there on that worn down chair.
That smile on his face,
is a welcoming door never to be closed.
His warm heart,
fills the room with love.
No matter the fact he's no longer,
only the feelings he shared no linger.
I remember every Christmas,
just sitting on his lap with open arms, pulling me in for a sweet embrace,
letting the feelings scram out loud.
A kiss on my forehead,
shows me he cared.that look in his eyes,
tell me he'll aways be there.
The only grandpa I ever met.
The one who showed me the world.
Just sitting on your lap,
made me feel special.
I said "I love you"
because you were family.
Not until whispering death swooped you away,
did I truly understand how much you meant in my life.





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