another name printed unfeelingly in the obituary column
no big deal
except this time it’s my Grandad
did you hear me?
not someone else’s but mine
Oh? He’s dead?
To be expected I guess
he was rather old
and not too well
After a short while it really sinks in
the Grandad who’d held me on his knee
taken me for walks
the one who’d cuddle me and tell me I was his little girl
I cared so damn much
and this is all I got for it?
Pain? Anger? Hurt?
How dare he make me feel like this
when he’s not here to comfort me
so I feel like this
I can live with that
‘cos although my Grandad’s gone
I know he’ll never leave me