I love my grandpa, he is like the tough one, I am the only one to really see his soft side, and that makes me happy. Sorry about the bad ryming.


In Grandpa's Arms

The music turns on.
And we are soon gone.
I didn't know how
but I know now.

He holds me tight
and we dance for what seems like all night.
As he holds me in his arm
I feel no alarm.
This feeling is am ultimate high
and I feel like I can reach the sky.

I know this feeling has to go away.
And I will feel dismay.
But I put that thought behind
in the back of my mind.

A tear forms in his eye
as he starts to cry.
The song is almost finished
and with that the feeling is diminished.
And I will wait for the next time I feel no worry or harms.
In Grandpa's Arms.



Poetry by ebanieluver
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Written on 2006-07-17 at 06:22

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Zachary P. B.
That's beautiful. Our lives are made by memories and moments that we wish could last forever, and that was definitely one of them. Beautiful.

z
2006-07-17