Grandad

(Half inspired by @sammielee46 's piece "Grandads" and by a conversation I had with my mum. She basically told me that my grandad was ill yet still sat me on his lap when I was crying. He didn't do that with the others. As my dad usually jokes "he was a grumpy old sod" haha)

I know I don't remember you
I was young when you died too

But it would've been lovely for me
To sit upon your knee

While you told me a story or two
By age 10, all of them I would've knew

I would've been your favourite one
I would've been your light, your sun

You would've been mine too
With none other, what could I do?

But you would sit me on my knee
You would've made me see

That I was beautiful, perfectly me,
Then you'd smile happily

My name, you loved it
On your knee, I'd sit

Because I'd be your granddaughter
And you'd watch me grow
I'm sorry you never got to
But I love you, you know?