The Inside


My eyes are brown, while his are blue-grey,

Physically, we are opposites,

But mentally, we’re the same.


He has more sugar than blood in his body,

He has never created anything to be referred to as shoddy,

He has eyes that betray him and have been failing,

But he has found a world, that he has been unveiling.


Sometimes he may mistake me for my mom,

But “love is patient, love is kind,” as it says so in the psalm.

Though he may not be able to see me from the outside,

When he looks at me, I know he can see right through to the inside.


We both have strong faith and work ethic,

The ability to make anything sound poetic,

The belief that failure is not the end,

And that a grandpa and granddaughter can be best friends.