Three Years on.

Three wonderful years have passed
since my last poem for you
special old man you stayed so strong
you held so tight and pulled through

it doesn't seem that long ago
i was asking you not to leave
special old man you worked so hard
you made us all believe

now lots of brand new memories
we hold within our hearts
three more years we spent with you
but one day we all depart

now it seems the time has come
for us to say goodbye
special old man rest tonight
find your wings and fly.

R.I.P. Grandad, a wonderful man who fought through so much, your now in a better place xxx