kat springs

Rookie (11-02-96 / Norfolk, Va(U.S.A))

My Gramps - Poem by kat springs

He sat in his wheel chair,
For over forty years,
He was nice and caring,
He was never bitter about the cards he was delt,
He had the metal vigorous as any man walking with his strength,
For the few times I saw him
I will never forget,
Have a fun trip gramps,
I hope to see you again someday.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 24, 2012

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