Grandad- a poem for my hero By Abigale N. Grade 9, United Kingdom Im staring at you photo Trying to be brave Thinking of the good times As I picture your face Nothing had prepared me For how I feel today If life is so amazing Why did it take you away I miss our conversations Things no one else could see I miss having a hero The one I want to be I miss the way you warmed our hands When winter was unfair I miss the smell of cleanliness The softness of your hair I pulled out your jacket From the wadrobe it came I held it as if were you And your smell came back again It lingered round a while Then it slowly disappeared It felt like you were leaving Rolled down my cheek a tear I always watch your space Where you sat on your chair Reading your newspaper I look but your not there I wonder in the kitchen With my hand I trace your seat Wishing you were here So I could sit and watch you eat I miss your random singing Your random dancing too I miss how you would joke about And wind grandma up too There never was a dull moment While I was in your care I feel ive lost myself Without you im bare Emotion is a word Although they serve you well I feel I cant express them Like ive gone back in my shell What id give to have a hug from you A kiss, a smile would do If I could tell you one thing It would be that I love you