Grandparents

My granddad,
In his rocking chair,
His laugh,
So sweet,
So familliar,
It seems weird,
To one day,
Being unable to see his beard,
But he can't stay,
One day we all,
Go our way,
Up into the sky...

My grandma,
Telling bout the news,
Old lady,
A family,
Left with just fews,
Her face,
With this grace,
So strange that one day,
I can only talk to her,
Trough a grave stone grey,
She'll also go away...

My grandparents,
Once,
They will have to go,
And when I have grandkids my own,
I will follow,
Into the light,
With them in my sight...

Grandparents together in Australia, Brother and sister love.

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