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Grand-dad
by Joyce Ann Osborn
Why did you believe me
I gave no proof to you
You only took one look at him
and somehow you just knew
What was it about him
I do not understand
Within minutes after being told
you took him by the hand
Was it his hair, his smile
Or maybe even his eyes
You never thought for a moment
That I could be stating lies
Why did you believe me
Proof, you never had
It's like your heart just told you
That you are his grand-dad
(A poem for Dave)
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