The old town I lived in,
Has changed more during this year.
No more acre countryside,
With graceful roaming dear.
I miss the silence in the air,
As I stand over my grandpa's grave.
All the physical appearances are gone,
I have only memories to save.
Walking through the cemetery,
With flowers sprouting high.
I brush off the dirt from his stone,
As I softly start to cry.
I miss him every Christmas,
So his picture hangs on our tree.
The angel holds it at the very top,
So everyone can see.
It's hard to remember the proud man,
That my mother is so fond of.
They shared a special bond to remember,
That was full of ever dying love.
He is now in heaven with God,
Always looking over me.
I feel safe just knowing he is up above,
Guiding me to where I should be.
