As I am busy updating my blog, eldest daughter gave me this - something she wrote for English.
One of the strongest people,
dedicating his life to
protecting his family.
Old bruised hands show
years of hard work.
Ill emotion is soon eased
in his presence;warm hearted
and gentle, no words can explain,
a role model to all.
Standing in the kitchen, looking
into the garden, watching the
birds flying to and from the
table top, no words spoken but
the connection is there between
both him and I.
Family trips to Borth, all
together, building sand castles
on the beach, long walks to look
for the shells, he holds my
hand tightly; I smile at my Grandad,
I am never alone.
Enough talking now.
