my soft baby palm,in their old wrinkled hands they running after me,as I played in the sands mom shouted at me,i used to go and complain always taking my side, when daddy burst into rage don't ever leave me grandma grandpa always loved me more, I was always his pride now he is up in the skies, watching over me my guide. ©Ishita Jain #Grandparents #latest #Trending
