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I always looked forward

To go and spend the day

Saturdays and sundays

I wouldn't go outside to play



Watching wrestling on TV 

On weekend afternoons

Was something I enjoyed

A good guy hitting a goon



Grandpa did love that

Just like clockwork

He wouldn't miss it

It was one of his perks



Fixing small engines

Or bikes we could ride

I remember the wagons

He made with pride



Grandma was special

So very kind and sweet

I enjoyed talking with her

Her stories such a treat



Her knitting and cooking

Was the very best

Her homemade jams

Could pass any test



She was very strong minded

In her heart and soul

Do not ever cross that

Or heads will soon roll



There's nothing I wouldn't do

To have that once more

I miss them so deeply

My heart is very sore



The best type of parents

That anyone could ask 

To try and compete with that

Simply an impossible task