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An hour ago last year.. My Grandad passed away and in honour of one of the most amazing men to live in my eyes. I posted a poem so you could know some of him to
For Grandad.
Sssh, it’s quiet now
I don’t hear your voice
I miss that loud laughter
And your soothing noise
Stop, don’t go away
Sit, talk more about the boys
Tell me of your RAF days
While painting your toys
Come, sit next to me
On the leather chair
Let me lay on your belly
As you gently pat my hair
Don’t, don’t walk away
I’m here to listen now
Teach me of so many things
Tell me why and how
Hold, hold my hands
They’re as cold as ice today
You say ‘They’re bloody freezing!’
And in your hands they stay
Look, how much I’ve grown
In body and in mind
You tell me just how proud you are
You always are so kind
Smile, at all of us
We are all here for you
Nanny’s cooking dinner
We know you love your food
Thank you, for every time
And everything you are
I think of you every day
Even though you are so far
I love you, more –
Than words can ever say
But thank you,
Grandad; for everything, today.
I am creative writing student believe me i look at this poem and its terrible - as a literary piece
But it explains my grandad. Times with him and how i feel
It paints the pictures, not in a master of words way.
I can't believe thats you azul, someone i used to talk to and get along with. Well - you really are a peni arent you.
I am creative writing student believe me i look at this poem and its terrible - as a literary piece
But it explains my grandad. Times with him and how i feel
It paints the pictures, not in a master of words way.
I can't believe thats you azul, someone i used to talk to and get along with. Well - you really are a peni arent you.
It's pretty generic "mopey teen" fare, to be honest.
I think I remember you writing a different one last year (?).
Very sweet, straight from the heart!
> Because I'm not a pretentious dickweed.
Just an insensitive tw@t then?
Seriously, you don't like the poem, big whoop, but why feel the need to come in and start telling her to cut her hands off?
I'm sure had you said, "meh, not for me", or something she would have taken it as a comment on the poem, but the way you phrased it was just plain dumb.
> Whats the point...
If only you'd thought that in the first place.