This poem is completely from my imaginations.
On with poetry :

Every autumn he would sit beside me,
counting how many leaves.
Sheds from that tree,
Which is located,
next to our street.

He would support me,
No matter what,
Telling me," Hey Bud, don't be,
So freak out, I am here
So don't fear. "

He was my grandpa.

As I had lost my parents at birth,
He was the...