A young boy turned into an old man fast

Seems the years went by in no time flat

Ain’t holding on to things of his broken past

He’s got better things to do these days than that

Like holding on to his grandkids tight

Reading them stories

& tucking those babies in at night

Making sure to raise them right

Fighting the imaginary monsters beneath their beds

Even when lesser men would rather be asleep instead,

He does it to give them peace of mind

& sweet, sweet rest

They say “Grandpa you are the best”

He loves them more than can be expressed

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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