Henry Joseph Davis 06/03/1923 - 16/09/1995
As I look up to the sky, I see a shining star,
A twinkle gazes back at me so I know where you are.
Your radiant beam lights up the sky,
Blinking through the tears, I ask myself why?
I always say god takes the best people first,
Why can he not start with the bad or the worst?
I will always remember you sitting in your chair,
Telling jokes and laughing, and having not much hair.
You dotted on Nanna and loved your dog Kane,
Everyone loved you, who is to blame?
Ten years has passed since god took you away,
You were down in Devon on holiday.
I will never forget Mum calling work to say you had died,
I nearly dropped the telephone, I was devastated and I cried.
Grandad I never had the chance to tell you how much I loved you.
I write this poem, wiping my eye,
I am telling you I love you and saying my final goodbye.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
