Grampa Martin
The magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear.
He tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear.
Elation fills the childs' heart as Grampa opens up the door.
Gingerly,the brother skip across the cold linoleum floor.
Righteously, He pick us up, one in each strong arm.
Alternating kissing cheeks; His touch would keep us warm.
Majestically he puts us down; and strokes his long grey beard.
Paternally: he kisses Moms' forehead; boys think that that is weird.
Again his aura shines our way: ' Who wants Ice Cream.
I will always love my Grampa, in life and death and dream.
Satisfied He loved us, as much as we loved him.
Tomorrows' tomorrows our love will never Dim.
Idolize your Grampa as long as he's around.
Live your life as He did, goodness shall abound.
Learn the love of generations as Grampas' have always done.
Life goes on day after day: with Grampa having fun.
Obeisance to GRAMPA MARTIN and those before and after.
Values given to grandchildren: Love, Joy, and Laughter.
Eternally.
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