~WITH LOVE~

~WITH LOVE~

Dear Granddad,

  You drew memories in our minds,
 we could never erase.
 You painted colors in our hearts,
 we could never replace.
 Some days,
 we laugh until we cry,
 other days,
 we cry until we laugh,
 either way, every day,
 its hard to pass by!

  Just as the stars shine in the dark,
 so do you.
 In laughter and in sorrow,
 in sunshine and through rain,
 we know you are by our side!

  Every time we think of you,
 our hearts fill with pride.
 This is the legacy we have from you!
 You have a place in our hearts
 no one else could have!


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