Garden For My Granddad a new flower, a new bird, another step, a new word. he’s seen them, he has seen them all, he was there in summer, and there in fall. he make sure it looks beautiful, it is his pride, he watches us, and with laughter he cried. he helped them bloom, made them color, cherished there smiles, and defiantly made them fuller. he did his best, but he has not stopped, he will never rest, until they have fully flowered. Thank-you granddad I love you