when it comes at you
out of nowhere.
The pain of the dawning realisation
I will never see you again-
when it hits me
in full force.
The image of you standing in the doorway,
with that cheeky look on your face-
etched in my memory.
What I’d give to walk through the door
and see you again.
What I’d give to be able to tell you how much I loved you,
how much we all loved you-
as proud to have you as our Grandad
as you were proud to have us as your Grandchildren.