Granddad Poem by Nichole Webb

You are gone.
Even now that I have said this,
My heart denies the truth.
I knew that your time had come,
But I still tried to block times path.
It was folly.
Time is as hard as dimands,
As slippery as smoke,
Nothing can stop it.
Everything fades away with time eventually.
I coudn't stop the enevitable,
Though I wish I could.
One cannot ask for a better life than the one we shared with you.
You are still alive through are memories,
We will always treasure these precious gifts always.
I will see you at Christmas time by the fire,
Alll of us laughing as you shout 'Humbug! '
Or overlookong the majesty if the rainforset,
The sun peering out through the mist cascading down the canopy.
You will never trully be gone.
All I have to do is peer into the mirror of memories and I will see your smiling face.