Grandads Gone,
I Dont no What To Say,
How Much Better It Would Be If He Could Stay,
But Hes On His Way To A Better Place,
Oh I Wud Kill just 2 See His Face,
The Dance At The Party,
With Mamma All Fine,
No One Would Think He Was Dyeing Inside,
He Was A Good Man,
God Obviusly Forgot,
He Was Fireman
He Saved Lives In The Burning Hot,
But In Our Hearts
Theres Still Fires
Burning Hot
So He Is Always Remembered And Forget Him Not
Love You Grandad x x
From a poem written by Sonja Barlow (Grand daughter)
12th April 2009