Grandpa

By: Kate Clore

Sitting on my grandpa Larry’s lap,

laughing and smiling.

Going everywhere on the cart smiling.

Smiling the way he laughs.

Going to the hospital trying to smile,

but I can’t.

Rushing to his room I run.

He is still there I smile.

He doesn’t have much longer,

so I must keep a smile on my face.

One last time,

I hold his hand and I smile one last time.

He is gone.