My Grandfather Poem by Andrew Matthews

As we stood there in the windswept cemetery,
As we all stood there.
Finally, like an anvil, it hit me.
I, we, would never see our beloved
Grandfather, father, great grandfather,
Brother, best friend and Husband again.

As the warm wind blew around us,
Thunder and lightening flashed in my brain.
And then the release, my tears fell tepid
like summer rain.

To say my grandfather was a great man
Is the biggest understatement ever.
He was a brave person and a really good man
with the personality to match.
'He was a one off.' (To quote my uncle)

He was a great teller off jokes and such like,
and he had been making me laugh since I was a little tyke.

And yet it is strange how, when and where
You're grieving manifests itself.
And how someone can touch your soul,
In life and in death, like my grandfather did.

I love you Grandad. xx