For you my grandson.

Holding hands

In the dark of the night

So close together

That I can smell your hair

Your sleepy head

Leaning gently my way.

I kiss softly your cheek

You smile and sigh

I have to leave you again

But sun, moon and stars

Will watch over you

While I hold your hand

From where ever I am.

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