ZG (04/05/1991 / Oxfordshire, UK)


It hurts to let him go,
But now at least we know,
That he's safe and free from pain,
And someday we will see him again,
That's what keeps us going,
Hoping, praying, knowing.

I would like to dedicate this poem to my grandad who will aways be missed but never fogotten, love you always gramps xxxXXXxxx

by Zog Gascoigne

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