Faded pictures of the past,
photos of you and me.
Knowing forever they will last,
oh so happy we looked to be.
I'm so small next to you,
you holding a fishing pole in hand.
I remember all the fun we got to do,
and all the memories that we had.
All the fish that we caught,
all the games of checkers we played.
All those tootsie pops that we ate,
all those paper cut-outs that we made.
So I'm growing a little older now,
going up in grades.
And you're getting a little slower now,
starting to show your age.
My memories of you and I,
still stay in my mind.
My Grandpa and I, we are one of a kind,
and I am greatful for all the fun times.
Even when you stay in bed,
in the hospital attached to ivs.
I know that you will stay strong,
you won't let this thing go on too long,
and we will be back to focusing on better things.
So once and a while I look back,
to that photo album that is in the attic.
And I smile and say to myself,
that one day, it will be okay,
and we will be fishing once more,
on that shore,
just my Grandpa and me.
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