They call me names,

like fat or small,

they call me names,

because im not skinny or tall,

they call me names,

because i have no friends,

they call me names,

because i say life never ends.

They have no idea how to pray or speak,

to the loved ones they’ve lost and wish to seek,

but it is my little secret what i do each night,

for i can do this thing without fear or light,

i kneel down beside my bed,

and begin to pray the thoughts in my head,

for mother and father and sisters as well,

i pray for a lot, God i hope you can tell,

but there is one prayer that always makes me sob,

and that is the prayer i pray, for you Grandpa Bob.

With love,

Jacob Donner Luksan

Grandson to Robert Luksan whom i dedicate this poem