An Ode to my Grandpa

As a child, you bounced me off your knee,
When I grew up, you were there for me.
Your hand is what I've held the most times,
Every little thing reminds me of your signs.
Nestled in the clouds up above,
Grandpa you are the true epitome of love.
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