Grandfather, Grandpa or some are
called Papa, what ever you call them ,
they are special.
They are wise, know how to fix
broken toys or broken hearts.
They'll let you know your loved,
not by words, but what they do.
There will be money or candy in a
pocket or two.
He'll know when it's needed,
just by looking at you.
Some will attend games, cheer on the
team, he'll give you some hints
for the next time too.
My Papa never plays favourites,not
that he'll tell you so.
My secret is this.
I know I'm his favourite, and you do too.
When I grow up, I hope some of me will
be like him and my dad too.
Poems From The
Copyright © Anne Rutherford