My Grandprarents

Grandpa

When I was little girl sitting on my Grandpa’s knee

He told me stories about when he was young like me.

I would gaze in to his eyes, where I saw his deep love for Grandma and for me.

Grandma

My grandma needs no introduction

No amount of words would make you see.

That special twinkle in her eye,

When she paints for me

When I look at my grand parents together, it is plain to see

That they are a part of my mother therefore they are a part of me

I wrote this to tell them before it is to late, that they will always mean the world to me.

I will always have their everlasting love, and wonderful memories to see me through all my days.