Ode to Lynn
Dear playful grandfather,
A man incomparable to any other.
You were as clever as a fox,
And scurried around the house with holes in your socks.
You'd tease grandma until she was blue in the face,
Then welcome the wooden spoon with a warm embrace.
With your long ponytail, your iconic trait,
You'd mow the lawn at 2 a.m., because you refused to wait.
Oh, grandpa, you loved nature, too.
You'd work from bright sunny day, until midnight blue.
Heading outside, with a smile on your face,
You'd vanish like smoke, without a trace.
The Christmas trees miss you,
And the family does, too.
Even though you're not here, I'll always love you.
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