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Mia and her Grandpa

I Love these pictures! The poem says:

A wrinkled face marked with endless stories of the past.

I am given a great big hug and told that I am growing much too fast.

Joy lights up his face as if there is nowhere else he would want to be.

And I know that the sparkle in his eyes are there because of me.

I have a special kind of love for him, and towards me I know he feels the same.

He has given me a love like no other, and Grandpa is his name.

~by Wendy Silva