Sometimes I wander back to days of yore,
Yet something slows my pace, I feel it sore,
My grandpa’s steps, though now in heavenly air,
His loving gaze still lingers, I’m aware.
When I was just a child, adored and dear,
endearing terms would reach my eager ear,
Through tearful eyes, I see those days long gone,
Above all else, my grandpa I’d fawn.
I cherished uncles, and my nana dear,
But granddad’s spirit stays forever near,
In childhood tales, we were frolic, barefoot and free,
In my mind’s eye, he still carries me.
At times, a pang of guilt may grip my soul,
For loving one more than others, I extol,
Yet before all else, and even divine,
My grandpa’s love will eternally shine.