I wrote this poem in the fifth grade in memory of my grandpa.
As I look at my shells,
I remember the sea,
And someone who was very special to me.
When I went to his house,
Right next to the sea,
We went looking for shells regularly.
His heart was loving,
As it will always be,
To every animal,
Including a flea.
I was his grandaughter,
And I could see,
That he was getting weak slowly.
I will always cherish those moments,
And ones to be,
When someone and me,
Walk along together,
By the sea.
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