GRANDFATHERS…

a SECOND DAD TO SOME,

UNABLE TO BETTER FIND ONE,

THEY LOVE YOU MORE,

OR SO IT SEEMS,

MAYBE BECAUSE THEY HAVE MORE TO GIVE,

AND ARE NOT HINDERED TO HOW THEY LIVE,

AS THEY ARE NOT YOUR DAD,

NOT THE ONE THAT HAS TO DISCIPLINE…

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO ONE PERSON,

HER NAME IS DONNA & JUST LOST HER GRANDDAD,

SHE IS A FRIEND OF GREAT SENSE & INTELLIGENCE,

SHE HAS BEAUTY BOTH INSIDE AND OUT,

SHE RAISED HER HUSBANDS KIDS, LIKE HER OWN,

AFTER HER OWN DAUGHTER WAS ALL GROWN,

THEY TURNED OUT ALMOST PERFECT,

CAN ANYONE ASK FOR MORE, NOT TO GROAN?

Her grandfather she did love,

more than life, more than self,

she now has to face the fact,

that he is no longer a part of the life act,

but she needs to know, that a part of him,

will always be with her, his love, his humor,

and all of that and much, much more!

                                                (ed)