I am not really a poet but I will like to share my feelings with you.

A few months ago, my granfather, Lawrence Bunker passed away.
The day after, I sat down and composed a poem where I tried to describe him. This is the first poem that I write but I am very proud of it. On the other hand, it is not hard to write nice things about my grandpa.
I might post some other poems later on.
Enjoy it:

Para ti, Lay (Spanish)