The garden

by austin schuchard   Jul 3, 2008


He gets up in the morning,
we all are mourning.

He gets out of bed,
he made sure we were fed.

He goes and gets his tools,
we all feel like fools.

He makes his walk,
now we all talk.

He is in the garden,
all of our hearts are hardened.

I love you grandpa and i miss you!!

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  • 15 years ago

    by Chelsie Nicole

    Wow you really loved him huh? i am always here for You!!! i love you hun!!! <3

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