I told my grandfather,
I'm no angel.
He said,
you're my angel.
You're my everything.
You are doing everything,
you could.
You are my small hero.
My shining light,
in this dimming world.
I will tell God,
I absolved you.
You are pure.
My rock.
Grandpa I say,
with tearful eyes,
that's because
you are my heart
and I love you.

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