I’ll always be Grandpa’s little girl.
I will tell you a story
It’s fresh from my memory
It isn’t really that wow
But hope you like it somehow.
Have you heard ‘bout my first love?
He’s grandpa, he’s up above
They say I’m his favorite girl
He took care of me like pearl.
He’s been my baby sitter
Was my school service driver
Great ARJUKA master
Protector and supporter.
He gets me from my parents
Whenever hearing me cry
In times I feel like I can’t
You’ll see him frown, don’t ask why.
I remember that one time
I was sick and want some ice
He left, walked out for a while
Then came back to my surprise.
He bought me some ice candies
Without a need to say please
Seventy-nine was his age
Yet he didn’t ever change.
He spoiled me with love, kindness
And never made me feel less
Laugh and smile’s way to express
But his glare would make you stress.
Was twenty-three when he left
Which made me an empty shelf
Clearly t’was my first heartbreak
And a year filled with heartaches.
I remember crying once
Only when it was announced
Then focused into writing
Maybe my way of coping.
He never told me I’m fave
But claiming it anyway
Been a while since saw his grave
Wondering if that’s okay?
Nothing’s constant in life’s game
Cause nature easily twirl
But vow one to stay the same
I’ll always be Tatay’s little girl.
