Grandfather Poem

Poem About Remembering Grandpa

I was far from home when I found out that our much loved Grandfather Charlie had passed away, and I felt compelled write down how I would remember him. He played a key role in our childhood, and as we grew he became a great friend. He will be greatly missed, but he will always be our scallywag.

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Our Scallywag


Published: November 2008

We'll dwell on the times that we sat on your knee,
In the garden at Colliehare, under the tree.
Shelling peas, telling tales or singing a song,
Sitting there until the shadows grew long.

We'll smile when we think of the times that we shared,
Like sipping your beer, whenever we dared,
Playing cards and fearing that moment of dread,
When mother would call us both up to our beds.

I'm delighted that Will had a chance to see
How loving and fun, how giving you could be.
I smiled at Christmas when I heard you say;
"Don't tell your mother, quick, put it away."

I knew, at that moment in his hot little hands
Lay a crisp ten pound note, for which he had plans.
I suddenly realized I'd grown up after all,
Still your little girl, but no longer so small.

We'll reminisce of a man who'd stir up the pot,
To see what would happen, and sometimes not.
Who was stubborn, contrary, could drive us half mad,
But you were one of a kind, for which we're all glad.

We know in our hearts that you'll always be close,
You'll be in the kitchen, but not as a ghost.
We'll think of a Scallywag with stories to enthrall,
Of Mum's boyfriends, John's exploits, so many to recall.

We'll chuckle, just quietly, whenever we think
Of these tales that you'd tell, and then slyly wink.
We'll remember your mischievous, twinkling blue eyes,
Your smiles, your laughter, your hugs, our goodbyes.


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