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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  • I have tears running down my face this poem is so sentimental are respectful.
    You were so priviledged to get to know and love your Great Grandfather.


  • Thank you for sharing your feelings.


  • What a wonderful poem! I can tell just by reading it how much this man meant to you. I’m in tears after reading it, so many elderly are forgotten, not your great grandfather. It was beautiful to read


  • A beautiful and heartfelt tribute.


  • This is a beautiful poem. Your great grandfather would be very proud.


  • this was just beautiful a lovely tribute


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