Grandad- a poem for my hero
im star at you photo try to be brave thinking of the good time a i picture your face nothing have prepare me for how i feel today if life be so amazing why do it take you away i miss our conversation thing no one else could see i miss have a hero the one i want to be i miss the way you warm our hand when winter be unfair i miss the smell of cleanliness the softness of your hair i pull out your jacket from the wadrobe it come i hold it a if be you and your smell come back again it linger round a while then it slowly disappear it felt like you be leave roll down my cheek a tear i always watch your space where you sit on your chair read your newspaper i look but your not there i wonder in the kitchen with my hand i trace your seat wish you be here so i could sit and watch you eat i miss your random sing your random dance too i miss how you would joke about and wind grandma up too there never be a dull moment while i be in your care i feel ive lose myself without you im bare emotion be a word although they serve you well i feel i cant express them like ive go back in my shell what id give to have a hug from you a kiss a smile would do if i could tell you one thing it would be that i love you