In your caravan I use to watch you sleep,
well, pretend to anyway...
You parked it on our front lawn,
and I'd visit everyday...
I loved it when you showed me tricks,
and silly things you could do with your toes...
What happened to the coin from behind my ear?
and where did you put my nose?
I loved it when you peeled me oranges,
and I'd sit and eat it on the stair...
You wouldn't give me a hug,
until my mouth was full of orange and my hands were bare...
As I grew older you visited less,
and one day you moved away...
You found a better place to live,
Though, I begged that you would stay...
I moved to a different state then,
it had been a year since we had spoken...
I missed you heaps Grandfather,
without you I was broken...
After school one day I saw it,
Your caravan then your car...
I bolted from the bus stop,
and when I got home, there you are...
You sounded really tired,
though I didn't seem to care...
I was so excited to see you,
I couldn't believe that you were here...
The next day I came for breakfast with you,
but there were no oranges that day,
you were sick and not hungry,
"I'm tired" So down you layed...
My mother called the doctor,
you had to go to hospital and then...
get a cheack up on your health,
so you were leaving me again...
I didn't bother to hug you,
I thought you be back before noon...
So I gave you a wave and a smile,
and said "I'll see you soon..."
We got a phone call that night,
they told us you were dying...
I ran to my room and slammed the door,
I couldn't prevent myself from crying...
Weeks had passed and mum had gone with you,
but I wrote to you everyday...
Mum said you were getting better,
so I thought you would be O.K...
Next morning I was woken,
not by my alarm but my step-dad instead...
"I'm sorry to tell you this Jen,
but Grandfather is dead..."
I refused to believe it at first,
but I knew that it was true...
I cried myself to sleep that night,
because the last thing I said was "see you soon..."
I witnessed your funeral,
I sat in the very front row...
You had so many friends, that the church was full,
even outside was overflown...
Many people had written speeches,
a recount of your life was read out...
I was so small and confused,
and all I could think about...
was,
I'll never eat another orange,
that you have peeled for me...
By thinking of this I cried harder,
my eyes so red, I couldn't see...
I knew I'll never hear your voice again,
I'll never again see your toes...
I'll never learn your coin trick,
and I'll never find my nose...
