Grandparents

I always looked forward

To go and spend the day

Saturdays and sundays

I wouldn't go outside to play

Watching wrestling on TV

On weekend afternoons

Was something I enjoyed

A good guy hitting a goon

Grandpa did love that

Just like clockwork

He wouldn't miss it

It was one of his perks

Grandpa and grandma

Two of the purest souls

Both dearly missed

Slowly , our sadness grows

Fixing small engines

Or bikes we could ride

I remember the wagons

He made with pride

Grandma was special

So very kind and sweet

I enjoyed talking with her

Her stories such a treat

Her knitting and cooking

Was the very best

Her homemade jams

Could pass any test

Grandpa and grandma

The two purest souls

You are deeply missed

Steadily , our sadness grows

She was very strong minded

In her heart and soul

Do not ever cross that

Or heads will soon roll

There's nothing I wouldn't do

To have that once more

I miss them so deeply

My heart is very sore

The best type of parents

That anyone could ask

To try and compete with that

Simply an impossible task

Grandpa and grandma

Two of the purest souls

We all sadly have missed

Obviously , our sadness grows

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