Grandfather Death Poem

I wrote this poem when I was 14 for my grandad who passed away in 1998

Grandad

© Jessica Miles
You made us smile
you made us laugh
it lasted for awhile
but now its just the past

Fishing was perfect
the only thing for you
but now you're in heaven
you can fish there too

We see your face
and want to cry
our love for you
will never die

We care about you
in our hearts
we'll love you always
even now we are apart

You gave us sweets
you gave us money
but only your love
is sweeter than honey

We will love you always as you can see
your the best grandad there ever will be

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Published: Apr 2011

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  • I love this poem, its is really true for my granddad and my siblings my granddad went away Friday 13 May 2011 :( I cant believe he has gone :'(

    Me Submitted May 2011
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  • I love this poem. when I was reading it made me cry thinking about my grandpa. It's just like him he loved fishing.... my grandpa died this year on March 24 2011 when I was in school they said he just passed I couldn't believe it because I was going to see him after school.. it brought so much pain to me in school. I couldn't even make it to the door of my classroom which was only 5 steps away. It's been seven months already and I still believe he's here I still cry myself to sleep from the pain or I never sleep.. I can't believe he left me :'(

    Bee. Submitted Aug 2011
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