My gramp has always been my friend and always there to take my hand.

He is a smiling man, with wire-rimmed glasses and a crooked grin.

He has always been the kind of man

who hangs around doing things that normal gramps

would not.

He has also been the one to

say”c’mon, take my hand,

I’ll race you to the top.”

And I’ll always know my

answer. No matter when or where,

I’ll always take that hand.