I look at stars and stare!
Grandpa, my world was he,
He taught me life is a fantasy with nightmares but should never flee.
He made a paradise for me,
Before I could make one for him, he left me.
Alone he left me and set his journey for another world,
He took that paradise with him to that world.
He taught me to be as bird in the air,
And always to do things which are fair.
I know he watches from there,
But his loss burns my heart with flare.
Remembering his presence, which made my life beyond compare,
I just look at the stars and stare!..
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My love for my Grandpa and grief brought by his loss is expressed in this poem