Vincent, you're such an incredible lad,
Remember our vacations...In ole' Mexico,
The Cattlemans'Restaurant, cheese cake to go.
The mountains of Germany, Italys' lake,
Largo Di Gardo, mountains streams roaring so.
The desert in Texas, visiting Fort Bliss,
These are the memories, the things that I miss.
Disneys' magic,
Fun in the yard,
The spill that you took, riding your quad.
Sitting we me on the dock, bass fishing,
These are the things, Poppy is missing.

Playing with X-Box, PSP too,
Bowling on WII, just talking with you.
Teaching you notes on your favorite guitar,
I keep these memories close,
So you're really never far.

Writing your stories, collecting comic books,
Tall lean and lanky, with really great looks.
Bright teeth, clear eyes, you've grown like a tree,
You're a special grandson,
To Nanny and Me.

Philip Lore

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