Granddad.
I just can’t write anything
That sounds like you.
I can’t say anything
That rings honest and true,
Other than,
“We all loved you”
- But the tense is all wrong.
It’s like the words of a song
Sung to a beat that is long
Since gone.
My darling Granddad.
Whose voice I play in my head for the joy
That I still hear it.
Whose kiss I remember on my cheek and smile
Because I still feel it.
Whose presence I imagine in a room and grin
Because I still see it.
Whose gentle, loving embrace I yearn for
Because I still need it.
And which nothing can replace.
So here I will write something
That is just for you.
Now I will say something
I hope you already knew.
It is simply,
“We all love you”
- Future, present and past.
Our time with you was gone too fast,
But the memory of you will last
Forever.
A moment of melancholia for my lovely Granddad. Eighty-nine years the world was blessed with his presence, I wish I’d known him for more than just twenty-one of them.
