Behind those heavy, tired eyes lies a story.
A story of a small farm boy.
A boy who grew up to be a man full of wisdom.
My grandpa has the arms of a farmer.
Though he grows old &tired, I will
never see him as weak.
Ever.
My grandpa has the words of a scholar.
Though he speaks very seldom, when he does
the room is silent & I try and take in every word.
Knowing that everything he says has a meaning.
My grandpa has a heart of gold.
When I hide my feelings & show no pain
he still knows I am in a need of a hug.
I feel safe in his arms.
Safe & secure.
My grandpa never gives up.
At times, life can let you down & sorrow never seems to end.
My grandpa keeps on going.
Through rain or shine he knows the Lord is there to guide him.
I love my grandpa.
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