Thursday, 19 December 2013

A poem from long ago!

So, I wrote this poem about 10 years ago and now, as his anniversary approaches, I think it might be nice to share it with anyone who might like to read it

To My Grandfather 

Softly falling snow, black drawn carriage
Carrying the man who wakes no more.
Father, brother, husband, son
The list goes on - oh, how he will be missed!
The mourners come from all the land 
To reconcile those left behind
To watch him glide
Where he comes 
 No more.
Oh! How I shall miss your face
Your dark brown eyes
That twinkling smile
You have gone from this world
It seems 
Sweet Tom O' Dreams!

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