I sometimes wonder why I get so sad
Looking at the pictures of my grandad
Looking at his picture, I miss him. It’s true
But I think it’s because I miss his eyes of sky blue
That had a sparkling twinkle
On a face full of wrinkles
I can see us walking together at times
hand in hand
Some days I just watched him as
I played nearby in the sand
I was happy when I looked into those sky-blue eyes
Perhaps that’s why looking up sometimes makes me cry
Grandad was my faithful rock
He protected me like sheep in a flock
No one could hurt me when he was near
those sky-blue eyes erased a ten years olds fear
Special men are few
I miss my grandad with eyes
Of sky blue
