Grandad Poem by Luke JoyceJones

The things that i saw, the day that you died,
my mind just cannot seem to take.
The pain that i feel, from deep down inside,
I feel my heart will most certainly break.

Were you in any pain as you passed away,
or was it that you felt relief?
For i am in so much pain today,
My whole body is filled with grief.

Have you finally managed, to spread your wings,
are you now soaring through the sky?
I find myself asking so many of these things,
Grandad why did you have to die?

People they tell me, he takes only the best,
that you're needed far more up in heaven,
Well Grandad they're wrong i have to contest,
what they tell me is just an expression.

Since the moment you passed, more questions arose,
Your death didn't leave me an answer.
But what i do know, is our lives were all froze,
the day that you died of lung cancer.

The pain that i feel since you slipped away,
Is no where near as painful as mom.
Grandad she misses you, it is safe to say,
She has been lost, ever since you've been gone.

Shine down your bright light and send her your beams,
she is in need of the warmth of your love.
When she lays her head, be there in her dreams,
Please Look after her from up above.