caz smith


My Granddad - Poem by caz smith

When I was seven
My granddad died,
It was my birthday
I shouldn’t have cried!

He was the second
To go in my life,
Two out of three
He left his wife!

He gave me a teddy
To hold close,
But I didn’t want it
I wanted him the most!

Illness had him in his grip,
It wouldn’t let go,
My granddad it seemed
I was never to know!

Cancer was the killer
It killed him in years,
I thought it was my fault
But it was hers!

I don’t care that she’s my Nan
She killed him,
Her smoking had made
His bright light dim!

They put him in the ground
The very next day,
I wished to go
I love you was something I had to say!

Even though he’d gone
His spirit was still here,
And still in my heart
I hold him dear!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008



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