When I was young
I ran downstairs to see you
And memory was way too much to say
And getting our flavored kisses
Those moments do not go away
Yet you were always there when we visited
Till the day you went
I would look for you each time we came to visit
I know you were gone but wanted you back
You were my Grandpa through it all
You were always there and truly missed
Though the years had passed since then
I had a chance to return to the house
And one last look in the room you sat
It was worth the memory in the end
I wish I could go back and see you again
Your life was lived and you loved
Your memory will remain in our minds
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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