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Category: Grandparents poems

My First Home Run

My first home run, It was so much fun Watching it fly over the fence My dad was there, In that mid-June air At home plate we celebrated. My friends were waiting, To give me five And my coach said,with a smile Way to go young man. A little boy, filled with joy Brought that

I thought I had you Grandpa

I thought I had a Grandpa who loved me through and through I thought I had a Grandpa who might write to say I love you I thought I had a Grandpa who would always be there I thought I had a Grandpa who knew how much he cared I thought I had a Grandpa