Grampa Martin
T he magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear.
H e tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear.
E lation fills the childs' heart as Grampa opens up the door.
G ingerly,the brother skip across the cold linoleum floor.
R ighteously, He pick us up, one in each strong arm.
A lternating kissing cheeks; His touch would keep us warm.
M ajestically he puts us down; and strokes his long grey beard.
P aternally: he kisses Moms' forehead; boys think that that is weird.
A gain his aura shines our way: ' Who wants Ice Cream.
I will always love my Grampa, in life and death and dream.
S atisfied He loved us, as much as we loved him.
T omorrows' tomorrows our love will never Dim.
I dolize your Grampa as long as he's around.
L ive your life as He did, goodness shall abound.
L earn the love of generations as Grampas' have always done.
L ife goes on day after day: with Grampa having fun.
O beisance to GRAMPA MARTIN and those before and after.
V alues given to grandchildren: Love, Joy, and Laughter.
E ternally.
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