~Grandad~

We shared little in common when I was a child,

But it was always a joy to see you smile,

I still remember your jokes and games,

The way you'd call us all funny names

 

We'd ride on the tip of your steel capped boots,

We'd hear Grandma complain about her grey roots,

You always caught me with your endless stories,

When you fought in the war and when you drove lorries,

 

How the ship tossed you from side to side,

How the waves crashed, you thought you would die,

The time you fell whilst jumping up in the air,

You landed on your back, gave them all a scare,

 

You'd hose the kennels everyday,

'There's crap all o'er' we'd hear you say,

You loved your bulldogs, whilst they were here,

They'd bark all night, all through the year,

 

Every summer our bikes would break,

We'd run to you to set it straight,

Covered in oil, your hands would work,

But you'd be so busy, we drove you bazurk,

 

We grew closer with time, and for that I'm so glad,

Now I hope you get through, good ole' lad,

I love you so much, but struggle to say,

Now we wait and hope you'll be ok,

 

'Good ole' Gud', that's what they say,

Never a bad word, always brighten up the day,

Husband, Dad and grandfather, you always get us through,

There's no better time to say, Grandad, we love you.