Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Grandpa....

I seen the kitchen table today as I stopped by new place. I wiped my tears as they fled down my face. I still remember the last thing I made you to eat. Do you remember when we use to dance and I would stand on your feet? I do I was probably around the age of two. Please come to me in my dreams because I need to talk to you. I don't know what road to take and you always helped me make the best decisions. I miss you I love you.

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