With babies of their own tie,socks and shoes I help him in the garden cause Trips to the store, just you and me.I miss that.You have helped me become who I am today, for that, thanks.I was told you would not be here forever but just did not believe.When I would come visit you, you always know even if you were not toldYou would be there on the porch waiting for me; that made be happy.With a big smile on your face, you just could not wait for us to get to you.Know when I go visit grandma, I still hope to see you on your porch but never do any more.I miss you, your smile, your laugh.That dance with you on my wedding day.Thank you, thank you, I will never forget,Sitting there next to you on your last days, by your side holding you hand helping you,I miss that, I miss everything.I didnt want to believe when I got that call.I just didnt, it was too hard.I see now you are where you wanted to be; you are home the place you always talked about.I miss you; this is just too hard for me; I dont know how I can do this.If you could just come back to me, it would be better, but I know you cant, I miss you.I know you are happy and healthy, no worries,I will always remember and never forget the memories.I miss you. How he sits in his chair Good Night, Sleep Tight is a major children's poetry anthology collated by Ivan Jones and Mal Lewis Jones. Sleep tight Grandad Bill xxxxxxxxxxxxx Kate Emily September 30th, 2020 This beautiful poem uses powerful imagery to compare a grandfather who has passed away to a giant tree that has fallen. Dreaming in the joys of night; but the day I wed was the day makes me smile, your hands that are ready In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,sits the tall, wooden worn-out clock.It has seen its share of memories and pain,keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.From weddings to funerals, losses and gains,sorrows and days filled with fun.What once was brand new, through the passing of days,has wrinkled and faded by sun.With busy days past, the clock sits at its postas it has done for years before.The breezes from the front door, infrequent at best,cease moving across the wood floor.Tired now from its lifetime of workwatching over the house, was this clock.As the sun now sets on another arduous day,the peaceful clock gives its last tick and last tock. I came down to see you, the night you let go, but I couldn't see you, you needed to go. We go forward only with happy and wonderful memories No dad on earth compares to you. And in the 1884 book 'Boating Trips' by Henry Parker Fellows, a little girl says 'Good-night. By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University). This poem may have been a favorite of your mother's because of its popularity. These poems to remember a grandpa that died would be a lovely tribute to a beloved grandpa. I have lost the count,Of things you did for me,All the years that went past by,You only gave me glee,So proud to have you in my life,You have taught me the real meaning of strive,Thanks for everything grandpa,You mean the world to me,Happy birthday! There is something so blessed aboutThe aura that you haveThere is something so good aboutThe lessons that you teachYou make me understand so wellIts not like you just want to preachSo focused are your waysYou shine so bright at this ageI just want to be like youI want to be like you are in lifeSmiling through all the painWhether in struggle and striveGrandpa you are truly the bestI love you for what you areStay blessed!

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