Gaga

daisydoo

Christmas just isn’t the same anymore without your easy smile.

I remember being very small, and bounding around your house, my giggles echoing as I steal magnets from your fridge, bringing them to you for “inspection.”

Nan would go mad.

 

I remember being maybe 7, when the bullying started.

I came around to Nans, upset.

You just hugged me and we sat there for hours.

 

I remember Christmas when I was 13, our last Christmas with you, though none of us had a clue. 

We laughed all day, making stupid jokes and when we left, you said “Happy Easter!”

 

I remember being 14 and finding out you were gone. 

We all knew you were unwell but you never should have died.

I was in school, in a lecture.

When it was over we all walked out of the hall.

I saw my mam.

I knew without her saying,

That you were gone,

It was as if time stopped.

 

I remember being 14, at your funeral, crying harder than I ever had before.

Then I had to read something and for these few minutes, my tears vanished.

 

Now I’m 15, 16 in a few months.

I miss you more than anything.

Every milestone, I think of you and what you missed.

 

My first boyfriend, which came 3 months after you left, 

But I don’t think you would have liked him very much.

Or me sitting my Junior Cert which happened 6 months after you left, I know you would have helped me.

Or when I found out I got the best results, which happened 10 months after you left, I hope you would have been proud of me.

Or my first time abroad, 18 months after you left. I know you would have wanted to hear everything.

 

Every milestone, marked by how long ago you had to leave us.

 

I love you Gaga and I’ll forever miss our laughs.

 

  • Author: Daisy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2025 06:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: My grandad passed away in November of 2022. We were very close and he was one of the funnies people in my life. I never was funny, rather up tight when he was here but after he passed away I took his humour and use it now. I miss him more than words can say, but here I tried to word it
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  • sorenbarrett

    I feel this in that I was close to one of my grandfathers too and when he died it hit like a stone. Lovely write in first person and was heart felt.

  • Poetic Licence

    A wonderful reflection and memory of their loved grandad, so nice he is still part of your thinking today, beautiful write



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