Two people with the heart of a child,
A couple that's meek and mild
When to their house we go,
The spoilness does show
They teach us how to make the crafts,
How to look past our rough drafts
The rough drafts of being a kid,
And let us do the things our parents forbid
How Grandma would read us stories to sleep,
How Grandpa could show his love with no peep
Now I am a man reminscing of such,
A story a mass of us can remember the touch
The difference of feeling when in their home,
The feeling that anywhere you could roam
They stood above me and I looked up to them,
How I looked up to her and I looked up to him
Now sadly the clocks have struck every hour,
In both of their lives but they haven't lost power
They look up at me as I stand at their grave,
And they still tell me of how to behave,
Grandma' warm hugs looks down with the sun
Grandpa how he smiled when the Giants won,
Now, I miss their humor, There smile with glee
When I was with them and I could be me.
2006-09-10
15:52:17
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E.F. Landeros
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