How Can I?
How can I describe to someone about you who never met you?
How can I say what you meant to me?
What you still mean to me?
If they never met you
How can they Judge what I say?
I have the ring Grandad gave to you around my chain
I kiss it every morning
Before I face the day
We used to spend nights watching tv
Other times you used to hold me- I know I was only three.
You showed me what was right and wrong
Made me feel that this was where I belonged.
So when someone asks me what it was like knowing you
I will hold up my head and say
You were my Nan and I loved you
More every passing day
Although you are not here now
I still know what you would say
'I am your nan, so don't get in my way'
I hope I have made you proud nan
Which is all I can think
If I didn't then I was sure you would have let me know by now
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Musings
PoetryThis Started as one poem has has quickly has become one after another. They are not groundbreaking poetry, They are Musings... of little things that pop into my head. Some full of hope other full of pain others just random. Either way I am not the g...
