A strong, firm hand led me when I was young
To duck-filled ponds, gardens, and butterflies
I learned the world's book - my mind was a sponge
Even when he sang his sweet lullabies
This same hand aged with gentle calm brought me
Across the universe to find myself
Sometimes each new place can feel so lonely
He comforts me with emotional stealth
Kindness, gratitude, love, humbling wisdom
Live deep within all he instilled in me
A precious gift repeatedly given:
My own children's hope and security
A grand father leads my son to the pond;
Life in one hand and a heart full of love
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