Grandchildren Poem

Memories of precious times spent with Grandpa

My Grandpa

© Amberlyn K. Hoffman


When my sister, Sasha and I were younger,
Grandpa was who we fought over.

By us, he would get tickled,
as we all laughed and giggled.

I even tried to scare him by shouting, BOO!
I'd ask him, Grandpa, how old are you?

100 years old. he'd smile and say.
He would take us out to restaurants and buffets.

There was desserts galore
and even though we were full, we'd ask for more.

He took us to the movies,
and let us pick our goodies.

After the movies, we would go to the store,
having our arms full when we'd walk out the door.

Although he's no longer here,
in my heart, I love him dear.


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Published: Feb 2006

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