Grandpa Date: Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 04:01:43 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: iesha I sit here thinking about the good ol' times Thinking about when you would tell me a story You would tell me the greatness in your life Then I forget you are gone I think about going to the farm and see you laying there Laying there relaxing, ready to tell me more But then I realise you are gone, never to return. My heart breaks. You made me smile with your stories You had the best ones always I would just sit there for hours listening Even if you repeated yourself...I loved it. I go to the farm expecting to see you Expecting you to be chopping some wood Checking the animals Or just walking, waiting for me to come Everytime I think of you, I cry I could have known you so much better But I expected you to always be there I never thought you wouldn't be there Dearest Grandpa, In your memory I will always find joy In your stories I will always find comfort In you I will always find happiness This poem is Copyright © iesha Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=132306