Grandad and Me
I’m not afraid to say I cried on the day my Grandad died.
I remember when I was eight
and Grandad let me stay up late,
Watching tv and eating popcorn,
I didn’t sleep ‘til the early morn,
When Mom came home and found I’d stayed up late,
Even though I was only eight.
I remember when I was about nine,
And to my Grandad I used to whine,
‘ When are we going fishing together?’
And he would reply….’When the weathers better!’
When the weather got better we would cast a line
And I enjoyed it a lot, though I was nine.
I remember when I had just turned ten,
And me and Grandad stumbled across a foxes den,
It was a hole in the ground smothered by gorse,
And Grandad asked me ’Which would be worse?’
For the fox to eat me or the hen,
Kind of scary- I was only ten!
When I was ten and a half,
Grandad and I used to laugh,
When he would blow smoke rings from his pipe,
In every shape, size and type.
They would waft around my head,
And we would laugh till our faces turned red!
Now Grandad’s in heaven.
I went to his funeral today.
He didn’t look dead- just asleep,
As if on a cock of hay.
He was dressed in his best,
His Sunday morning suit,
Reserved for mass only,
And his black leather boots.
And there beside him in the coffin
Was his old brown pipe,
The one that blew smoke rings
of every shape size and type.
Sleeping in his box as he did on Inis Boffin,
Where he was born
eighty three years ago,
Where the grasses are green and the rivers’ slow.
All of his loved ones shed tears,
As they, like me, remembered
events from past years.
Years of happiness and ones of grief,
Now he’d be with Gran,
His strongest belief.
He would lie with her on clouds of pure gold
And sing her his songs of old,
Like the ones he used sing to me
I don’t remember clearly, I was but the tender age of three.
He lived his life to the fullest
and that’s all one could ask,
To be loved and to be known,
But to be known is to be loved.
This is why I’m not afraid to say I cried on the day my Grandad died.
He left me behind and went up to heaven,
And I think maybe its ‘cos I’m only eleven.