His little boy!
His little boy!
This day brings a sadness, but also a pride,
In remembrance of one who stood at my side,
Who always was there for me each night and day,
With his calm guiding spirit and his all-knowing’ way.
My life was to treasure, he taught me so well,
Each day was a pleasure with the tales he would tell,
And as I ran to him, with his arms open wide,
His eyes shone with love, as mine did with pride.
My Grandad was this man, he was all things to me,
My hero, my birthright, he was what I would be,
And while he held my hand, be I only so small,
In my Grandad’s shadow, I was seven feet tall.
No one can break this strong bond that we hold,
And forever this story is always retold,
Of the love and contentment and deep heartfelt joy,
That my Grandad gave me – ‘His little boy!’
( ” Sleep tight Grandad – love you!” )
Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2017 )
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