Grandad Jack
• Written by Co2
Co2's Notes
In memory of a man who meant a lot to us. More a poem than a rap. Slow, no pauses. Love always, Grandad..X
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I'm looking out the window at the wind and the rain
Thinking how things will never be the same
Without you, patriarch of the family
We're all just trying to get back to normality
One person who always seemed to be there
Teacher, father, grandad, carer
Present at every occasion, big or small
Looking on proud as punch at us all
Treated me equally from day one
Introduced me to the whole town as his own
A popular man in the village, an iconic figure
Hardworked hands with the missing fingers
Wood-smelling jumper, bacon for dinner
Mass every morning, he was no sinner
Arguments with Granny over politicans
Having tea & pink biscuits in the kitchen
That bellowing laugh when Heartbeat was on
That laugh we loved so much but is now gone
Wise eyes behind square frames
Occasionally he'd mix up our names
And we'd joke about it, it was just old age
Even though to us he never seemed to change.
Doing the crosswords with a magnifying glass
Always working on a project, he just had the knack
To build anything. From churches to sheds.
Trailers. Furniture. A real Jack of all trades.
Driving on sunny days to the countryside
He had a heavy foot, I'd hold on for dear life
The heart of a lion, no injury could stop him
He just got on with living after each operation
Watching war films and The Virginian
Which were a bit graphic for us children!
Irish & American ballad tapes blaring in the car
Wishing he'd turn it down to save our ears!
Climbing up trees in the garden
Homegrown fruits & veg til he got more frail
Tried his best at everything, hated to fail
Always independent, despised being a burden
Plotting, planning, drawing in the attic
Just wish you'd come back, Grandad Jack..
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Co2
Member since August 9 2013