These are basically poems I wrote for my grandfather (whom I called Nana) who died when I was about 10. It was basically the beginning of my poem writing. It began when I was 10, and is carrying on today. Unedited, original titles.

Gone away
Are the happy days,
Your presence is not here
But your love stays.

Your body is decaying
In your grave,
But you're still the person
We all crave.

Your bed is empty
But we all know you were there,
You are gone
But we are here...

For you.

The End

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