Everyone keeps telling me you was 84,
Like I haven't even heard that all before,
It doesn't make it easy,
Knowing you're not there,
I hate the fact I'll never get
to cut your silver hair,
To me you was my hero,
My everything and more,
You was my Granddad,
Who I lovingly adored,
If I could have one wish,
It would be
To see you for a second,
If only it could be,
I know you are at peace now,
I just wish I could be to,
Instead I'll just keep crying
Till I can swim back up to you.
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Author:
Grandadsgirl90 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was bought up from birth by my Grandparents. My Grandad however, sadly past away on 21st September 2016. We was extremely close. The death was unexpected. I had so much feelings of sadness and grieving that I just wrote my heart and sole in to a poem dedicated to my late Grandad Leslie Arthur Barber. (the part about cutting hair was because in a hairstylist and always cut his hair for him) I read this poem at his funeral. I hope that the prom shows you just how dearly loved my Grandad was.
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WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for a vry personal and beautiful ~ but sad ~ poem. It is full of pathos and I can empathise having now lost both of my Grandfathers in recent years (I am 33). I was not reared by my Grandparents but they lived close and were both an important part of my life, Your loss is even greater. Very nice photo ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ thinking of you ~ BRIAN
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