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Alan S Jeeves Apr 17
If grandad really loved me...
(he told me so, he said)
He recited scary stories
As I lay in my bed.

He lit the fire that made me warm
And kept it burning bright,
He gave me cheer throughout the day
And comfort through the night.

He shared with me my weekend tea,
We two a jolly team;
Pouring out the ginger beer
And serving cakes and cream.

He helped me with my schoolery
And showed me what to do
He taught me how to spell my name
And keep my diary too.

But granddad never told me,
So I could ne'er perceive;
If granddad really loved me
Why, then, did he leave?

Hugo Pierce Jan 9
the root was missing,
but paired with the grand prefix,
depicts all I need.
Alienpoet Dec 2019
Sitting in your old arm chair,
With a devil may care,
Talking about the ingratitude
Of youth.
Watching TV,
Eating microwaveable meals,
I still love you,
I remember the times when I was young,
and you helped me,
when I was stung,
by a wasp,
or fell over.
Life is hard,
it makes you,
grumpy and
Please think of the things you’ve shown me,
Rather than talking about the things that make you despair
I know behind the passive aggression you still care,
I know I sometimes take the ****,
But really Grumpa,
I can see all your tricks,
There is still, to my surprise,
magic behind those eyes,
And bedtime stories waiting to be read.
Don’t lose the thread
We all need a grandfather like you,
For you have all the experience,
You will know what to do!
ashley May 2019
my earliest memory of yeye (grandfather)
is one with the garden
it was once a large space of emptiness, yet
sometimes emptiness is not a lack of but an opportunity
for planting and for growing

in this garden he planted memories
looping a hose around the garden suddenly created new meaning
chasing after turtles my cheeks turned rosy and drenched in the sun the details are so clear
it’s like watching a motion picture in slow motion, the speed of everything melting into a single emotion i can only describe as childish joy.

and when the sun slept the garden was still alight
with firecrackers and sparklers
the sizzling sound of springtime spirit
he kept the garden glowing, bustling and radiating with life.

as i grew the flowers did too,
a new type of rose, fruit, bud each time i came back
and this is where i learn
how life begins and ends
just like flowers we must seek the sun
wilt and
root and rise
and only then
can we bloom
and he bloomed so bright that the Lord hand picked him

and so he may have left his own garden
but he has not wilted
he only continues to bloom
this time in the garden of heaven.
my granddad passed away recently. this is what i read at the eulogy.
Avary Oct 2018
No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

I don’t have the desire to see another end;
after exhaustive months of getting to know
a fictionalised persona, fragmented, so

No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

The last one hurt and you didn’t see,
but that doesn’t proclaim the scar less prominent to me,
my feelings numb, I no longer crave the intimacy - detrimental to me.

No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

The last boys touch was for him not for me
and my body still screams cause he won’t let it be
and you’ll never understand as the trauma won’t subside
and my self esteem is diminished by his lies.

No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

I humoured a guy who gave it a try
but all I could feel was nothing inside
and when someone bumps into me sauntering by
the unwanted touch still makes me cry.

No, I don't want a boyfriend.
Walking into the room
My mind goes boom
There he lie
As I try
Not to cry
I realise he's
I'm calm
My mind feels no harm
am I sick in the head
my grandad lays
And I show no emotion
brewing inside me is a
Potion of feelings ready explode
it hits he again
oh **** he's
but instead of crying I
hold it in am
dying inside
my mind is on a rolercoaster ride
what do I do
should I hide from my
grandad instead of any upset
I feel glad he had
a great long life
but now he's
from this day on I will strive
to be alike my
Dead grandad
I'm not okay
I must stay strong
can't break
stay calm
shauna-leigh Jun 2018
I regret not taking more time to talk to you,
and you're gone.
I feel like I didn't make you proud.
And now you're gone.

So I have to make you proud from up there.
I am doing my best.
I miss you truly, all the time.

I wish I had more memories of you.
But I only have photos.
I can't remember the days in those pictures.
Everyone can though.

If i had just one more day with you;
What would I do?
What would I say?

I'll never know,
Because now you're gone.
i was waiting until today specifically, june 30th, to post this because three years ago i lost my grandad.
Nic Mac Jun 2018
from the tears,
to the gold.
to the years you hold...
or 'held'.
so easy I forget...
or 'forgot'

Amber, Amber you,
now and forever,
folded into gold.
earthly embrace,
ground must fold...

rest my dear
the years were great.
for now though,
those Amber dreams await...
the tree we buried with you, for you.
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