Grandaddy
He wasn't a shy man,
nor was he quiet.
He never met a stranger,
aways a kind word said.
He was a joker too,
his blue eyes twinkled
with perpetual laughter.
On his lips,
a quirky song he'd share.
I miss him so,
sitting in his favorite chair
and how he called me his little angel.
Copyright © Lanna Carpenter | Year Posted 2006
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