Grandparents You wouldn't be here without them For those who don't know what I'm talking…
My Grandpa
My Grandpa
By. Roy Oda
He would always smile
So much that it was recognizable by a mile
He would never harm a pest
Because he was one of the best
If we could we would keep playing
Till the end of the day
His arms filled with toys
Then we would go and eat poi
I wasn’t there the day he died
But his bright light shall never die