I have the
That you will ever see.
He plays soccer ball and takes me fishing,
Just because it pleases me.
I like to climb the Mulberry tree,
And from its limbs I play,
But Grandpa says to me with great concern,
Be careful son,
That you don't break your bones one day.
Grandpa really loves me,
He loves me a lot I know.
He does the things I like to do,
Even playing in the snow.
I hope some day when he is gone,
Iíll be the grandpa that he is.
And share my life with all my loved ones,
And play with my grand kids.
From grandpas we can learn a lot,
Heís traveled many roads.
Some were hard and rocky,
And heís carried some heavy loads.
But grandpa didnít worry,
About what he didnít own.
He was always busy thanking God,
For his family and his home.
Now he is getting pretty feeble,
With a smile still on his face,
And we bow our heads as always,
While Grandpa leads in grace.
When he is gone to meet the Father,
His life we wonít forget.
The smiles, the love, and caring ways,
Is just part of the heritage he has set.
Faye Reyenga © 6 / 25 / 2005