When they ask me if in my family,
There is someone who likes to write.
Your face comes before me,
And I remember just a paper white.

I remember your laugh,
The lovely call, indulgent voice.
The way you carried me piggyback,
And you left by your own choice.

Why did you leave behind a void?
Why for me didn't you stay?
Don't you, Grandpa, love me?
Couldn't stop you from going your way.

I miss you everyday, every moment.
You're the only poet, that I knew.
Throughout my life, I'll ever regret,
You never saw me to a poet as I grew.

A/N Finally got the courage to publish it! Miss you grandpa!

And isn't it a perfect ending to a perfect book? Since I've been writing from January 2018,adding to my collection!