You are special for all
That you have
You have given away .
I know the things
That overwhelm me
Will not overwhelm my grandpa .
You have protective arms
For little old me .
I don't know how wide
And long and high and deep
Is your love for me ,
But I always ask why .
When my worry walks in
My strength runs out ,
But my strength returns
When I run to grandpa .
I will always love my grandpa .
By Brock
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