Oldest grandad up above,
You were the one i truly loved,
Loved you did for ninety five years,
When you left there were many a tear.
You were like the dad i never had,
not a nasty word, would you have said,
One day you hoped i would wed.
Wed you were for sixty five year,
To a beautiful lady, nana so dear.
Dear, she was, that has to be said
oh, i'm so confused, inside my head.
Why you had to go, i don't know
One thing i know is your up above, not down below.
Dedicated to my grandad Tom, who was took away xmas 06.
goodnight, godbless, you were the very best xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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