You weren't my grandfather but you were the sweetest old man. My heart hurts that you are gone because I feel like you were sorta like family. In the few times I visited you, you had a smile no one could hold a candle to. I am grateful to you for the people you left behind and the friendship that grew from them. You lived a truly wonderful life And I pray some day we will meet again.
Happy birthday papa.
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Shattered Poems
PoesíaPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
