Everyone Has A Story

Grandpa, you have no idea how much I miss you Sitting on the floor at your feet Listening to all of you amazing stories Your hunting polar bear using tears as bullets How you met Grandma while riding the bus The way life was in that small Pennsylvania town But, please Grandpa know that I listened to every word I will tell my children and grandchildren all of them And through them you will live forever © Poem – XXVIII/VII/MMXXIV LRET