Prose For Thought – My Grandad
Thank you to those of you who linked to Prose for Thought last week. I apologise for being somewhat of an absent host this last week or so. I am afraid I am going to be even more absent next week but I shall be leaving you in the very capable hands of Helen from All At Sea who will be your lovely host for Prose for Thought.
This week I have decided to re-publish the first ever poem I put on my blog. It is fitting as 4 years ago this Saturday, I had to be brave and stand up at my Grandad’s funeral in order to read a poem that I had written the day he died. I remember the Vicar coming over to my Mum’s house to discuss the service and I read the poem to him to ensure it was appropriate. He did. I summoned my strength and stood reading to the congregation. It was hard with his coffin in the corner of my eye but I knew it was the least I could do after what he had done for me, my family and our Country. The Vicar then included the line ‘The person we’d aspire to be’ in his speech about Grandad, saying that they are not enough examples of this anymore. I agree.
Our Grandad
A man of grace and integrity
The meaning of things he’d help you see
The person we’d aspire to be
Our Grandad
For six years he was prisoner of war
Only he knows the horror he saw
A man who always laid down the law
Our Grandad
Myra is the lady to whom he stayed true
Born of them one girl, and boys, they had two
Worked hard and did what he had to do
Our Grandad
Always picked you up if you should fall
Throughout everything he stood tall
Lots of hard times, he got through them all
Our Grandad
You’d see him regularly wearing brown
But he hardly ever wore a frown
Stored his tins of food upside down
Our Grandad
A cup of tea was his favourite drink
He’d show you things and make you think
Made a boat of wood that didn’t sink
Our Grandad
Imaginary play was one of his best
Greenhouse became shop at our bequest
He always seemed to outdo the rest
Our Grandad
A gentleman we will respect forever
A gentleman we won’t forget, not ever
A gentleman whose memories we will treasure
Our Grandad
© Victoria Welton 10th June 2009
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He sounds like a man with a lot of stories to tell
A beautiful, touching tribute to your Grandad. Just lovely. I do hope your crazy busy move goes OK and I can’t wait to meet you…tomorrow!! Thank you for hosting lovely xx
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Vic this is beautiful, what a touching tribute to your grandad. He sounded like a wonderful grandad xx Hope the move goes well, and see you tomorrow!!
Beautiful words love. He’d be so proud. I miss my grandad every day. He was in the Normandy landings, and with yours a PoW, it makes you realise just how many normal men saw such horrific things. RIP Grandads everywhere who fought for us and then loved us xx
This was beautiful – got a bit tearful while reading it. Poetry is such a wonderful way of bringing memories of our loved ones to life. x
Such a touching tribute and I expect there was barely a dry eye. So brave of you to read your poem. He sounds like a wonderful, hard working, creative man with a great imagination and the ability to find solutions through the hard times and a ‘fixer’ of all things broken. Definitely someone to aspire to be. A very special poem about a wonderful man. Hugs to you x
What special words to have at the funeral. I read at my Dad’s funeral and it is not an easy thing to do. I am sure that this meant a lot to everyone who was there,
Oh Vicky how beautiful. This brings a tear to my eye. He would be so proud to know you were writing and thinking of him. I came back to poetry after years through a poem I wrote for my Gran and read at her funeral. So perhaps we also have them to thank for that – bringing us back around to something we love xx