In the cool of evening day
Grandpa took a stroll with us
God please make this moment stay
and for always will be thus
Grandpa took a stroll with us
We’re very happy he did
and for always will be thus
Never this time stop, God forbid
We’re very happy he did
Happily the three of us walked
Never this time stop, God forbid
All along the sidewalk we talked
Happily the three of us walked
God please make this moment stay
All along the sidewalk we talked
In the cool of evening day
- Author: rrodriguez ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2017 13:16
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to Tato Santiago, my friend and brother of many years, Tato... Being a grandpa too, I cherished those moments with our grandkids.
- Category: Love
- Views: 36
Comments6
I never meet by grandfather'(s)
Now I try to be the awesome poppa dude to my grandkids Joyful read RR
Thanks poppa dude... I thank you for reading my poem and commenting.
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write
Thank you Tony, you always come through...
Welcome
You write about the real treasure of our lives. Nuestros tesoros.
Indeed, they're our treasure and we love them unconditionally.
Precious moments indeed. I believe it is the return of innocent eyes that make us see again the truth of life and nature, that makes the moments with grandchildren so special. Love the words and the way you put this together. Nice write - Phil A.
Thank you Phil. I like your philosophical perspective on this poem. Thank you for reading my poem and for your kind words and the encouragement you give.
A touching piece put together with such feeling - it makes me want to go and make even more fuss of my grandchildren than I already do which shows what a great write this is.
Oh to be a granddad with the silly antics. That\'s why our grandchildren find us so much fun. Thank you Michael for reading my poem and for your comments.
Very good write. My Grandchildren walk with me and life is wonderful.
Thank you GF, to be a grandpa is to be blessed.
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