My grandpa

My favorite clock stopped working.

I was with him all the time in my life.

He always helped and comforted me.
He was my best master in the world.

His all the parts moved to the center when he smiled,
drawing a lot of wrinkles on the large face.

On the day of my last birthday,
the second hand of the clock stayed at the same place.

My best clock broke into little pieces of ash and was sent to the sky.
I hope he became one of bright stars there.