Grandpa Smiles. Poem by Brianna Richard

Grandpa Smiles.



Grandpa smiles and grandpa tells
Me stories of how it was.
I listen while his wrinkled hands
Gently caress mine.
His blue eyes twinkle, my brown eyes widen
As he tells me about this man-the African American in Vietnam.
Grandpa laughs his silly laugh and says
“I was his only friend.”

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