My grandpa is a special one, he lets me climb his tree. <br />He helped me build a birdhouse, he says he's proud of me. <br />His face lights up with smiles when he sees me in the drive, <br />he says I am the reason that he cares to stay alive! <br />Now, even though I've noticed that he likes to kid around, <br />when grandpa says, 'I love you' it's an honest, welcome sound. <br />He loves me very freely in a very special way. <br />I love to go to grandpa's house to climb his tree and play, <br />cause I've a special grandpa who is always loved by me <br />and I hope I never grow too big to climb his tree!<br /><br />Christine K. Trease<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grandpa/
