To My Grandmother... Poem by Scott Clark

When ever you were needed
You were never far from sight,
The Coldness of your lose will
Chill us for Countless nights,
The space you have left
Can never be filled
By anyone large or small in your case,
You were there for us all wether it was
For a laugh or for our troubles
And even though you seemed guarded
You always had an open door,
And an offer of a cuppa
Visits never were a bore,
And so today we say good-bye
But yet it’s more like seeya later
Geez grandad was a smart one
When he decided to date ah.