his eyes were like the northern lights
the way they shined so loud and looked so bright

the way his nose would crinkle along with his eyes as he heard about a fascinating journey once made by my granddad

he'd always lean up on his elbows going forward as if the closer he got the more realistic the story would get and oh the places he'd go

beauty was his name and I was quite lucky to call him mine though now he's alone in the cold and sadly I'm spoiled with warmth