Walking With Grandpa
I like to walk with Grandpa, his steps are short like mine. He never says, "Now hurry up," he always takes his time. I like to walk with Grandpa, his eyes see things like mine do, wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud, half hidden drops of dew. Most people have to hurry, they do not stop to see. I'm glad that God made Grandpa...
unrushed and young like me.
I always think of this poem when I think about Grandpa. I always think about the times when I was little and Grandpa went on his daily walks, I would love to go walking with him. Some of the best memories of my life.
Sending all my love to the most wonderful, kind-hearted, wise man that anyone could ever know. I miss you so much Grandpa.