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Grandpa
The shovels begin their work
as my heart is lowered with you.
I watch them slowly take you away
and there's nothing that i can do.
You taught me what it meant to love
You showed me how to live.
You taught me how to be proud of who I am.
You showed me how to forgive
The slow procession files through
to pay their last respects
My face is calm, so that, the anguish,
the people won't suspect.
You took me in and showed me life
long after mine began
and now I cry, say goodbye, and thank you
for teaching me how to be a man.
~I love you grandpa. You are my heart. You taught me to be who I am today.
