Two years of seasons, of sun and of rain,
Of learning to carry the weight and the strain,
Of stories retold just to keep them alive,
And finding the strength in the spirit to thrive.
I see you in gestures I make with my hand,
In words that I speak that you’d understand,
In the quietest moments when thoughts drift to you,
In the sparkle of morning, and that light that shone through.
Rest easy, dear Grandad, though missing you stays,
A part of my heart through the rest of my days.
XXXXX
Michael Wright
02/06/2026