When I was but three years old, he became my pal.
My grandpa Pecoraro, I got to know him well.
Side by side we would sit in his little grocery store.
He would always smile at me – he couldn’t love me more.
At noon we would head for the kitchen,
To have a little lunch.
With this went wine and walnuts.
I loved to watch him munch.
My grandpa Pecoraro, to me he was the best,
And as far as I could tell, I was his favorite guest.
But the years flew by and now was I looking after him.
I would drive him to his doctor, his eyes now growing
dim.
Finally, there came the hour when grandpa was no more.
In his life upon the earth, his God had closed the door.
I look now to a New Day, and I will see him there,
Seated in his Saviour, kept forever in His care.
Now we will soar upon the winds, and death will be no
more,
On the Day the stars will guide us through heaven’s
opened doors.
J. Pecoraro
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