Grandparents

Grandparents  

⁻ ᴱᵃʳᵗʰ ᴿᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ

They are old  

But they are gold  

They are slow  

But their love still glow.

They are weak  

But their smile still peak  

They are forgetful  

But never hateful.

They are often sad  

But they don't want you to be sad  

They are often sleeping  

But still dreaming.

Yesterday my stepgrandma died  

She is now with my stepgrandfa  

I am not their real grandchild  

But i never felt that here.

All i can do now  

Is write this poem for them  

Who is now both on the other side  

And to all the grandparents out there.

Always show your love to them  

Because their time here is short already  

And always be ready  

To always make them feel happy.

This poem is for all our  

Grandparents.