In truth I never shook his hand
But knew he was just there
The little chap that ran around
And sat by Grandpa’s chair
He called him Charlie to his face
And said he was his friend
Invisible to me by sight
For he was just pretend
But even when we ventured out
He came so Grandpa said
Consistently right by his side
Running where he was led
He came out to the coffee shop
He went to the big store
He never missed the park outing
Or pint of beer for sure
And oh so very mischievous
He was a cheeky lad
Charlie, the boy so full of fun
Just happy, never sad!
And then when Grandpa passed away
We lost old Charlie too
As he slipped back from where he came
Imagination’s hue!
But there the story doesn’t end
For one thing lives for sure
Those memories of Grandpa G
And Charlie evermore!
Dedicated to my Grandpa and his wild and wonderful imagination personified in the life of Charlie
Ginz&Tonic 
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