When you left us all, you ended up leaving us a massive hole in our family.
It tore us in two, and only in time have I learnt to try deal with your loss, it feels as if there's a piece missing in the family puzzle.
Miss you, why did you have to leave us? We still can't answer that today.
I still have visions of your smile, can still hear your voice talking to me.
I can still feel the warmth of your hand. If only you could see us all now, you could see the changes that have developed, how we've all changed as a family.
Nothing is the same without you grandad.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Your Voice
PoesiaA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
