Grandpa’s Hands

I remember my Grandpa’s hands
They were smooth and soothing
The hands that held and played
I remember those playing days

I remember my Grandpa’s hands
We use to seat on his rocking chair

I herd lot of ghost stories in his lap
I remember those runny days

I remember my Grandpa’s hands
As he pick me up form the waist
Then put me on back and be a horse

I remember those loving days

I remember my Grandpa’s hands
As horse her runs around the home

I hold tight his jump without bump

I remember those funny days

I remember my Grandpa’s hands
We went a pond by holding hand

I climb on the rock to be lookout man
I remember those jumpy days

I remember Grandpa’s hands
We return home walking and talking

I pickup rocks along the long way

I remember those junky days