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
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