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Elogy to My Grandfther

Poetry By: elphabalives17

a girl remembering her grandfather

Submitted:Feb 21, 2009    Reads: 231    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

He was kind and he was caring,

He was nice and always sharing.

He was hardly ever late,

And he was so great,

He met ST. Peter at the pearly gate.

When he was happy you could hear him whistle, and I hope he is whistling now.

If you met him you'd say wow.

On the inside he was soft and strong

If you measured his talent the list would be long

I hope he is whistling happy songs,

Up in heaven where he belongs.



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