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                               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.

                                                 Copyright 2008
                                                 Anne Rutherford
                                                 Poems From The 
                                                    Heart Series

Copyright © Anne Rutherford

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  1. Date: 5/25/2011 11:05:00 AM
    being a grandfather as you know, i just could not pass up this beautiful piece of beautiful poetry you wrote. My Granddaughter Erika calls use to call me Papa, of course my Grandson Brandon who the poem Sweet Child is about, does not call me anything yet, he can't talk yet. he will be one year old on June 10. but i will put your wonderful poem in my favorite list. thank you for commenting on Sweet Child.

  1. Date: 5/5/2011 6:50:00 PM
    Ah, my memories with my grandfather were great until he got put in a hospital. This brings back memories. -Leigh Anne

  1. Date: 4/23/2011 6:31:00 AM
    Aww..I never knew my grandfathers, only my spitfire grandma, whom I'd loved. You're pulling me onto memory lane with your writes..thank you! Keep well, and keep those writes flowing! Mikki

  1. Date: 4/22/2011 12:14:00 PM
    this is very nice good job Anne..cory

  1. Date: 4/22/2011 12:54:00 AM
    Well sometimes I wish I could say this about either of my grandfathers, but I'm afraid one I never see and the other one could only be described by 'eccentric' still it really makes life interesting.

  1. Date: 4/21/2011 10:02:00 PM
    How wonderful you still have your grandfather, Anne. He sounds like a great man. My grandpa used to buy me penny candy, but he died when I was five and I never got to know the other grandfather. Surely, you will carry some of his qualities with you throughout your life. Great poem! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 4/21/2011 5:07:00 PM
    I like it!