You sat in front of that fireplace as a child,
Young and innocent,
On your Grandpa's lap.
You kissed your fiancΓ© in front of it's warmth,
Just before it all ended,
And she threw that ring in your face...
You sat in front of it as an old man,
Your generation on your lap,
Your little grandchild,
Little Emily,
She was called.
And now in Heaven you sit and watch your fireplace,
And Little Emily now so old,
Admiring her life in the flames,
And keeping watch over her grandchild.
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