Candace Witman - Grandpa

I remember as a child sitting on grandpa's knee
But look now the years have flown for that child was me.
The cookies, and candy, and boxes filled with toys,
A trip to grandpa's house was a trip with endless joy.
The smoothness of his fragile skin the gentleness of his touch,
The way he use to laugh and sing the things I miss so much.
It's hard to say goodbye grandpa,
It hurts to let you go,
I wish I could have told you that I love you so.
A part of me is missing now that you are gone.
I'll do my best to make you proud,
So I'll wipe my tears and carry on.

Candace Witman

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