11 months ago
Clare
Our Granda kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.
He turned us to the sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.
And then the winds and rain came,
He protected us enough;
But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.
His constant good example,
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
We are our Granda’s garden,
We are his legacy.
Thank you Granda for teaching me about history, for the numerous pirated DVDs, for the book recommendations, for the sense of adventure and helping me plan my journeys, for the crazy amount of food we could put away (and not judging me for it), for the wildly inappropriate WhatsApp messages, for the early onset hearing loss with the thousand decibels of your TV, for teaching me the eloquence of a good swear word and mostly for winding the others up by reminding them that I'm always Number One. Love you, you big shit ❤️