A poem for the best poet, my Grandad!
My name is Amanda, when naughty Jane,
Grandad I hated seeing you in pain,
You were not just a Grandad but a father figure,
You always encouraged me to achieve something much bigger,
You have always been there through the good and the bad,
More time is what I wished we had,
But I have written this poem, though hard to do,
To let you know just how much I love you,
You always taught us right from wrong,
Great memories I cherish of us dancing all night long,
During sleepovers you attempted acrobatics in our bedroom,
Hours spent playing in your beautiful garden in full bloom,
From being a dare devil in the Pleasure Beach,
To racing along Filey beach,
Fond memories of us I'll hold forever in my heart,
Grandad I wish we never had to part,
Grandad I inspire to be the kindest, nicest person like you,
Grandad I really miss you!
Amanda
19/10/2024