A Treasure Unknown
I always hear what you were like,
in stories my father tells.
I wonder how close we'd be,
if I had known you well.
I know you would have spoiled me,
like grandpas always do.
I know you would be proud of my dad,
and me too.
Now you're in heaven watching over all of us.
I will treasure the moment I meet you.
You and me, us.
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