Playing outside in the sun sweating,
as we chase the chickens around the yard.
Waiting, for my grandpa,
to finish mixing up the cement.

I feel his gentle but rough hand on my arm.
As he pushes my hand down,
into the cold wet cement.

I feel the blistering sun on my back,
Waiting for the others to finish.

When all is said and done.
We all write our names under our hand prints,
to make memories, we will never forget.

The laughter of my grandpa,
When the chickens’ cock-a-doodle-doo,
As we scream, chasing them around the house.

That day, at that moment I will never forget
the sight, of my grandpas’ huge smile,
and the sounds of us laughing.
Having the best time together,
as one big happy family.