Gampy (My Grandad) Poem by adam domah

oh gampy how i love you so
but since aged 7 i have rarely seen you
first you were here within walking distance from my home
now you moved so far away even i cannot walk to you
i cannot even ride to you if i had to i would have to get a train
or even ask my dad to drive me
but even if im near you i still feel alien
i still dont know you like i should
you dont know me like you should
but yet we both know whats the problem and try to find
a back door to it
but even with this one problem i love you