moving and swaying in a flap
in another world i feel i'm trap
as he smiles, the man with a cap
and held me dearly in his loving lap
as he cracks his jokes, the angels clap
and our hearts' beating filled every laughter's gap
once he massage my head, i fell into a nap
and he would guard me like a strong rip rap
his words may be at times sounds like a slap
but he's so gentle, when his anger drops
that's the man i will never swap
my loving grandpa whom i call PAPANG NAP
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A good start with a nice poem, Michael B. V. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.