Remembrance Poem by Demen ...

Hands a trembling, the pain subdues
my heart is aching, it lights the fuse
my dreams of beauty, are torn into shreds
laying down now on my final death bed.

The pain of my passing, flows deep in his head
it haunts his sweet dreams, as he rithes in his bed.
The church bells beckon, my funeral draws near
the poor little boy in that sad wooden chair,
about to recite, what was written in pain
the story of a life, that mentions my name.

My grandfather so dear, ill love till the end
my grandfather here, ill love you again.
In heaven you are to be placed beside God
and at peace you will be while your family mourns.
For happiness is all you have ever deserved
a great man now and an angel on earth.


-For my grandfather Raymond Moyon, who is in hospital atm i love him dearly.