This is my story and my tribute to a wonderful man that shared part of my life, my Great Grandfather. I love him and miss him everyday. I have written this in the form of a poem but it’s all true! hop you enjoy meeting my Great Grandfather.
I knew an old wise Angel
Who was generous with his’ time
He could make anyone feel special
Until the stairway to heaven he did climb
He took me to my first confession
And had my rosary beads blessed
He introduced me to religion
And finding my faith became my quest
He told me the most wondrous stories
And had the wildest imagination
His stories still live in my memories
Cos we were characters in his creation
His lap was where we’d love to sit
He made us feel at home
Loving vibes he did emit
Love, the reason I wrote this poem
His name was Spencer Gagan
He was my Great Grandfather
A wonderful Christian, a great man
To me there was no other
He did what he could for everyone
And received nothing in return
Even his partner, and Peter, her son
Took him for granted without concern
He loved Peter like his own
Taking the place of his Dad
But when Peter was nearly grown
They up and left him alone, sad
He lived many hours away
So I treasured the time we spent
When he’d stay at Nan’s for a holiday
Until back home he went
He became ill and placed in a hostel
Where I think he was alone quite a lot
I’m not sure if he was cared for well
I hated the place, it was a depressing spot
We knew he wouldn’t last much longer
We would visit every second Sunday
His spirit weakened, where it used to be stronger
I would hold him tight, not knowing what to say
The last time I saw him, we held each others’ hand
He went to say my name but stopped
His memory disappearing like the sifting sand
My heart filled with sadness, just popped
Then a week or so later, while lying in bed
I awoke in early hours of the morning
To my Great Grandfather gently stroking my head
He had come to give me a warning
He had just passed and was on his way
He comforted me as I lay crying
He told me he wished he could stay
But the time had come, there was no compromising
He said so much but spoke not a word
And I understood the silence
Our bond grew stronger, my emotions stirred
As I witnessed his spirits disappearance
I woke my Sister to tell her what I knew
Tears falling from my eyes
The phone started ringing out of the blue
To inform Mum of Great Grandfathers’ demise.
***The photo is on me with my Great Grandfather and my favourite place to sit. I must have been 5 or 6.
Posted by nita, 2nd April 2013
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