2 May 2012
My gramp was a dear old soul
A serious man
Intellectually blessed
He was my mentor
My wise old man
Who always knew what to do
A true father figure
He loved me as his own
He cooked for me
Spoilt me in so many ways
He loved sport
Including snooker and footie
Documentaries and the news
On Sundays he sang
To Songs of Praise
He never judged me
He never scolded me
He was always there
At the grand age of 89
He knew his time was coming
He said he saw 'the light'
He spoke to me
About how he could go
Knowing I was happy
He held my baby
He stroked my dog
Gave me a big cuddle
The following morning
Gramp had gone
I never thought I'd cope
But I did
It's now 9 years
I miss you all the time
When the missing
Gets too strong
I feel your presence
Sometimes you come
In my dreams
Which comforts me
Seeing your face
Hearing your voice
You once came to me
Whilst I was giving birth
I could not carry on
I was giving up hope
Then I saw you
Willing me to be strong
Telling me I could do it
A smile appeared on my face
Hubby and midwife
Noticed the smile too
So here I am writing
This poem for you now
As many I wrote for you
But not since you passed
As I want you to know
That I carry you
Forever in my heart
Everywhere I go
That I can feel you
Close by me
Still protecting me
Still nurturing me
Still loving me
A Tribute To Gramp • Opuss № I