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 one to look after.


Every autumn he would sit besides me,
Thinking of my grandma,
who lost her life,
In her twenties,
Leaving my daddy and grandpa crying,
She left the world with her magical smile.

She was so beautiful, that her photo,
Always make me smile.

Every autumn he would count the stars,
In the Sky
Telling me, " Jasper, it's time. "

His words were true,
He left me some clues ,
Some memories,
That I have for him,

Still sitting in the same place,
In this autum
Everyday!!!

Thank u for reading ❤️















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