As I look at you I see many things. First, I see what looks back at me. I see the eyes, the color of the clear blue sea. They are big enough to get lost in.
Next, I see the smile that greets me when I'm down and it is big enough to brighten up anyones day.
I see a strong figure outlined with broad shoulders, that shows strength and determination.
I see the hands that have virility, but also posses a sensitive touch.
As I speak to you I see many things. Not only do I see your love for the Lord, but I see the great friend you are to me.
I see intelligence in your advice and in your ways of friendship.
When I sit next to you and listen to you speak, you send off a voice of sensitivity and understanding.
As I think about you, I know many things. Your big heart and sensitive touch helps me to see what Jesus was like.
Thank you for your time and love Grandpa. I look up to you in many ways.
To me, you are Mr. Sensitive
By: Lucky to be Irish
This was written in memory of my grandpa who died December 6, 2000. He was my world and he is the heart of everything I do.
