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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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