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My Mother's Father

by Nicole Miller


My motherís father was his title

He was my lifelong idle

Down the street was the Yum Yum Tree

Where we went for our ice cream spree

Two scoops of super hero

My grandpa would say zero

He handed the lady the bills

And always cleaned up my spills

Train tracks in the air

Would always make me stare

Ice cream is the best on sweaty summer days

It always put me in the hays

I love my grandpa and the ice cream that he bought

I will never forget him or the memories that be brought.