Grandpa's Boy

I brought him

out his coffee,

with a hunk

of fresh

baked bread.

Hauled the wood

that he’d been

splitting and

stacked it in

the shed.

He’d walk over

every so often,

pat my back

and rub

my head.

He made me

feel special;

the times we

shared,

such joy.

There’s nothing

like the love

between a

grandpa and

his boy.