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Friday, 5 April 2013

Grandad


Grandad

I've always spelt it wrong,
But you're Grandad to me.
My Grandad with one D.

Stanley Henry Turner; born,
By the sound of the Bow Bells.
Forever, now, they toll for thee.

Creator, builder, begetter of great things.
Yet, Destroyer of the humble jumper!
Stains are no longer your enemy!

It was always a laugh with Stan.
The stories and jokes from that man!
Now, to be shared by us, to everybody.

The body might've gotten frail, old.
But that brilliant mind was always supple.
Missed now, and forever you will be.

I've always spelt it wrong,
But you're Grandad to me.
My Grandad with one D.

You can Walk Away now, you did it Your Way, Stan.

Goodbye Grandad









For Grandad, From Jonny X
06/12/12
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