Grandpa Brown 

Birds sing.
Flowers in a garden bloom.

Each has a name, a color, a sound filling the whole room. 

But one thing outshines them all, Warm as sun piercing gloom,
Your bright smile, gentle hugs, love for animals big and small. 

Homemade macaroni and cheese, snuggled in my Broncos sweater
And listening to you tease. 

I love you more than I can say, 

My dear sweet grandpa brown, 
And everyday the love you gave, 
Tends the flowers you have grown. 
In my minds eye your garden stays 
The birds’ song fills my ears, 
And as I listen I truly wish, 

‘If only you were here.’


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