My grandfather, Joseph, was a special friend. He died in February 1987. The poem was written on the 22nd of February.
D e a r G r a n d f a t h e r !
‘Twas thirty years ago today
One final sigh, life flew away
Dear Joseph died, ‘still feel the pain
The sun went out, just endless rain!
He loved to laugh, cajole and tease
Foul cigarettes caused him to wheeze
‘Could play the spoons, That “Arches tune” (“Underneath the Arches”
Those eighty years, for all… a boon!
Hiding in his shed, he’s smoking
Soon to lose a leg: no joking!
Managing despite the aching
Not much chance of Fanny baking? (Grandma!!)
Cathedral, with such peaceful thoughts
A horn of plenty, never noughts
I give his body, final hug
Still at my heart strings, Joe does tug!
An Ilkley scene, a tree so bare (Ilkley hospice)
He hadn’t time to stand and stare
His chin, so full of razor cuts
“Don’t help me please, no ifs or buts!”
No fuss he made, sat up and died
Close by, old lady sadly cried
Inspiring man, I miss him still
My heart with grateful thanks it fill’
Dear Grandad Joe, we loved you so
Your last view here: of Yorkshire snow
Still City play, those Bradford Bulls
Your mem’ry though, it NEVER dulls. With love to a dear grandfather xxxx