Fishin' With Grandpa
The little boy came in that sunny day,
After many hours of tiring play.
He said to his grandpa, “Papa, something’s missin’.”
“Can we, please, soon, go fishin’?”
Grandpa responded without blinking an eye,
“We’ll not let another day go by.”
“Go, get your pole!” and “Put on some shoes”,
“Day’s almost gone, and those fish we might lose.”
They hurried together to the little pond’s side,
Hoping that the fish were not now going to hide.
As he dropped his line into the muddy pond,
A big fish almost immediately did respond.
The afternoon quickly faded away,
And back to home, they had ended their day.
Though no other fish was, that day, caught,
A closeness developed that could never be bought.
And now as grandpa continues to mature,
There’s one thing not forgotten, that’s for sure.
That day with a little one so long ago,
Is worth more than anyone will ever know.
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