The Newspaper Article

Brushed passed by thousands
Only a few noticed, but even less cared.
My grandparents who I know as much as a stranger.
Still, put this in the newspaper.

Kept with me since I was a baby.
Giving memory of my grandparents
Showing they love me,
Giving their love to me.

This is my special object.
Simply a small newspaper article,
Giving slight information about me
But enough to know who is important to me.

Important from its simple meaning,
Knowing not many cared
Few that did care are most important to me now.
Family and friends.

Loving me from across the world.
From Nana and Grandad.