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Dec 2015
We used to stroll down by the sea,
Hand in hand, just you and me
To gather shells in warm sunlight,
Count the stars on the bay at night,
Build sandcastles, and fish until the dark
Never I thought our ways would part

But those days are far and gone,
There's no more walking in the sun
We're neither who we used to be,
I doubt you still remember me
Or memory from time long past
You forget, but still I ask-

Dear Grandmother, let me help you now
When your golden years have gone and let you down
Stole your mind and made you frail,
But I still love you, can't you tell?
I'll wipe your chin and cut your food,
Just as for me, you used to do-
Please let me help you

I remember the strength in calloused hands,
Somehow turn to velvet in a touch
Inspecting some new scrape or cut
I always got, from playing too rough
You'd get me back up on my feet,
Bandage me up, and pat my cheek
Send me on my way again

Dear Grandfather, let me help you now
When your golden years have gone and let you down
Button your shirt, and comb your hair,
You did for me, now fair is fair,
I just want to be there-
Please let me help you

Your hands now tremble, and may not be as strong
Move a little slower, but still get right along
You cared for me, these long and many years
Let me be there now,
For all the love and tears we've shared

What kind of man would I be
If I couldn't help the ones
Who've done so much for me?
Something rough, dunno if I'll go back to polish it. Thoughts on getting ready to move in with my great-grandparents to help them
CoffeeInfused
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CoffeeInfused  Alabama
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