This is what our "kids" gave to their grandfather for Father's Day this year. We call him Pahka in case that wasn't obvious.
Here's the words of the poem:
Grandpa's Hands
When I was just a child and
You would hold my hand
I didn't have to worry,
I didn't understand.
As I grew and
Learned to stand on my own,
Sometimes I was scared and
I felt all alone.
But then there you were standing by my side.
You held my hand again and
Taught me not to hide.
I am older and wiser now.
Now I understand.
The strength that lives within me
Comes from my grandpa's hand.
