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"For Grandad"

uh....

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.

Forza wrote:
> It was still a crap poem though.

Thanks and i am well aware it isn't the worlds greatest as ive pointed out before, it is far different from my other poetry. But I am sure you can understand the difference between a crafted work of art... and a simple emotional poem from the heart.

Whats the point...

It was still a crap poem though.

and i strongly apologise the filters only allowed the use of 'crud'

How dated

well im terribly terribly thankful

It isnt supposed to be shakespeare asswipe, its supposed to vent key moments of what i remember about my grandad when he was alive and bring those moments to life - so i and other family members wont forget.

Remind me next time I feeling 'emotional' not to write anything from the heart as it won't fit your high almighty standards.. why dont you show me some of your heartbreaking work.

If you dont like it go away, really - this is quite a horrible thing to be ribbing the crud out of being that I am trying to show some of the good things I remember about him. Watching him die slowly of brain cancer isnt fun and can kind of, run all your memories of someone. So this is to bring Happier times into head. A year on from when things werent so happy


Go away, grow up or rip the crud out of another of my works on creative writing i would love you to. Not this one.

I was only criticising your terrible terrible poem.

Dont make me come over there

What a tribute to a loved one this is.

Yes it has, it shows you havent been around much, actually I was wondering only an hour or two ago where you were.

A wonderful poem by the way, I didnt know you were so god. What a way to celebrate his life, oh and I like magpies ^^

weird you say that as my grandad HATED magpies...
I mean like every time he saw one he reminded us how he wished for a gun.


*ahem*

POOPS! Creative writing has been formed....

You are so deep.

Admired.

Admired as though I was watching a magpie transform into an anti-insect killing machine.