Grandad

Whenever you are near,
I feel so depressed.
Even though you went long ago,
Something keeps you from being at rest.
I never got to meet you,
When you departed from the love.
Yet I see you in my dreams,
Floating around in the skies above.
But in reality,
You're not there at all.
Something holds you back,
Or someone will not let you fall.
So you stay on Earth,
Which must seem like hell.
I wish for you to rest in peace,
And bid you a loving farewell.

by EMMA Funnell

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