I am sitting here thinking of what to say
Hoping to ease the pain in some private way
He proudly accepted the commotion
Of the children he loved with quiet devotion
Each... made so different, yet the same, too
As his family grew... each addition, fresh and new
How he loved for his house to be full, often
With chatter of children and smells from the kitchen
Soft sounds of whistling, the windows all steamed
On his last day... this is what he spoke of it seemed
Grandpa was human, having a fault or two
But the love in his heart was always true
Though each of us are different- he loved us the same
As we each felt delight to hear him call us by name
Kerry Cozby
my sister
Hoping to ease the pain in some private way
He proudly accepted the commotion
Of the children he loved with quiet devotion
Each... made so different, yet the same, too
As his family grew... each addition, fresh and new
How he loved for his house to be full, often
With chatter of children and smells from the kitchen
Soft sounds of whistling, the windows all steamed
On his last day... this is what he spoke of it seemed
Grandpa was human, having a fault or two
But the love in his heart was always true
Though each of us are different- he loved us the same
As we each felt delight to hear him call us by name
Kerry Cozby
my sister
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