Grandfather Poem

Just Like Him

© Jackie
He taught me how to build a fire;
he gave me hope and desire.

He taught me how to build a chair;
he told me that life wasn’t fair.

He watched every basketball game
and treated me like fame.

He bought me ice-cream
and listened to my every dream.

I talked to him everyday,
we never ran out of things to say.

Without him I don’t know who I’d be,
but one things for certain I wouldn’t be me.

He taught me how to be just like him,
and I already am within.


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Published: Jul 2009

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