grandfather is a person who loves you unconditionally. His love is old, his love is grand. It’s everlasting. His love is special.
A grandfather is the one who will smile at you and push on forward when you have to give your valedictorian speech. He’ll hold your hand and help you across life.
Tanya
our grandfather clock
ancient as time
no longer remembers
and chimes
random times
without regard
rules for fools
we follow
follow to the end
he opened his suitcase, rested his glasses on the table. his weak eyes were searching for something.Suddenly, he heard the pitter patter from the adjacent room. ltlle feet noices. little meak voices. his heart smiled
My grandfather’s were people I never knew, who died years before I was born. I really don’t knwo what it’s like to have a grandfather, much less a relationship with one.
Tom
A grandfather is sometimes the only blood-friend in your life.He has all the time in the world for your nonsense, he has the ear for your gibberish and the eye for your trivial pursuits. He is a better father than your own father, a better confidante than your sibling.
reshma
Her grandfather stared at her hopelessly, holding onto the last shreds of his life. She was in tears, she couldn’t let him go, she’d just lost her grandmother, she couldn’t lose him too. “I love you, Charlie.” He whispered finally.
rendermespeechless
Lost you to dementia. I smile at those memories. It is all I have left of you. May you not suffer as the test of you goes away. Pop-pop. Oh man you had such brains!
Grandfather clock, tick tock
On the wall it wobbles and tobbles
It’s my heart beat, like a little kid crying
Telling me to go outside because the day keeps on calling
and wandering by my window
Tick tock patter pock
The grandfather clock mocks my every move
As I lay inside
But in doors it seems to hide
Every emotion that I encounter
Because every time I go by it
The clock is still in the hour
Her grandfather had been a kind man. Always fair. Always giving. He had more than the average person, and he made sure to give it away whenever the opportunity presented itself. He had been well-loved by everyone. And yet, someone had still killed him.
he had a hump on his back. i wonder how that happens, do you slowly become deformed over years like a tree bending toward light or bunched in under an outcropping. must have been painful at some point, making it difficult to sleep or walk or maneuver around in his basement workshop.
grandfather is a person who loves you unconditionally. His love is old, his love is grand. It’s everlasting. His love is special.
A grandfather is the one who will smile at you and push on forward when you have to give your valedictorian speech. He’ll hold your hand and help you across life.
our grandfather clock
ancient as time
no longer remembers
and chimes
random times
without regard
rules for fools
we follow
follow to the end
he opened his suitcase, rested his glasses on the table. his weak eyes were searching for something.Suddenly, he heard the pitter patter from the adjacent room. ltlle feet noices. little meak voices. his heart smiled
My grandfather’s were people I never knew, who died years before I was born. I really don’t knwo what it’s like to have a grandfather, much less a relationship with one.
A grandfather is sometimes the only blood-friend in your life.He has all the time in the world for your nonsense, he has the ear for your gibberish and the eye for your trivial pursuits. He is a better father than your own father, a better confidante than your sibling.
Her grandfather stared at her hopelessly, holding onto the last shreds of his life. She was in tears, she couldn’t let him go, she’d just lost her grandmother, she couldn’t lose him too. “I love you, Charlie.” He whispered finally.
Lost you to dementia. I smile at those memories. It is all I have left of you. May you not suffer as the test of you goes away. Pop-pop. Oh man you had such brains!
Grandfather clock, tick tock
On the wall it wobbles and tobbles
It’s my heart beat, like a little kid crying
Telling me to go outside because the day keeps on calling
and wandering by my window
Tick tock patter pock
The grandfather clock mocks my every move
As I lay inside
But in doors it seems to hide
Every emotion that I encounter
Because every time I go by it
The clock is still in the hour
Her grandfather had been a kind man. Always fair. Always giving. He had more than the average person, and he made sure to give it away whenever the opportunity presented itself. He had been well-loved by everyone. And yet, someone had still killed him.
he had a hump on his back. i wonder how that happens, do you slowly become deformed over years like a tree bending toward light or bunched in under an outcropping. must have been painful at some point, making it difficult to sleep or walk or maneuver around in his basement workshop.