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Grandpa's Memorial Day Poem
by Taylor Moody
My grandfather was a war veteran. He fought in the Vietnam War. I remember I couldn't pronounce the word "Vietnam," and he just smiled when I tried. When I was young we used to sit as a family by the fireplace and Grandpa told us stories about the people he met and things he did in those foreign places. I made sure to get a front row seat because Grandpa always had good stories. He told us how once he saved a strange man with purple hair who was stuck in a twenty-foot tall tree. He and his friend Mike practiced maneuvers, like playing "hide and seek" in the deep forest. Grandpa made war seem less scary. Hide and seek was one of my favorite games. Every year on Memorial Day we would get together and Grandpa would tell stories. Sometimes he repeated a few, but I didn't mind. I loved listening to his voice and liked hearing the stories over and over. Grandpa was my hero, he was everything to me. When he passed away, I was still little. I felt a part of me was gone. Now that I am grown, I see that my hero went nowhere. He was inside me the whole time, and will be with me forever. Memorial Day Poem For Grandpa
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