Grandpas hard working hands

Grandpa had platinum of hard working hands.He had hands that smelled like coffee grains.He had tools of silver he build and build with his hard working hands.Grandpa loved doing things on his own with his hard working hands.Til one day his hard working hands gave in.Grandpa still had his heart of gold that never gave up.He had a heart of love of his wife,children,grandchildren and great grandchildren.He had a smile of laughter and happyiness that well always be rememberd.In his hard working eyes he had love of happyness of his wife he looked upon on.Grandpa layed strong for his family he loved dearly.Til that one day he took his wives motherly hands and ask if shes going to be ok.Til that day was gone a hard working hand and a strong golden heart stopped beating that well always be in our hearts forever.

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Its of my grandpa who i loved true story about him.I know alot of peoples grandpas had hard working hands so i thought this would be inspiring to a loved grandparent.