My memory of the past years has gone. I do not remember writing a poem about my grandaughter when we lost her to the dreaded brain tumour at the age of 23. It was not until my daughter, her mother, asked me to obtain a plaque on which could be engraved my poem which could then be mounted on an a piece Orkney stone which she could then put in her garden. Fortunately I had recorded this poem on my computer.
I did get the poem engraved, I am now waiting for the stone to be cut.
I did not know I could write the words about Michelle, the words which made me cry.
If anyone wants to read these words, I will recount.
Michelle, a Grandad’s love can not always be
What he and others would like to see.
But it is there forever.
I loved Michelle; I love her now, her beauty, her smile,
And, oh! Those eyes, those beautiful eyes,
What story did they wish to tell?
I will look into those eyes from day to day,
I will try to read the message they wished to convey,
I’m sure no one and I will ever know that secret message.
All they and I will ever see,
Is their captivating, precious beauty
The message will be lost forever.
No, not forever, because I will be told,
When I have my Michelle to hug and hold,
When, I am privileged enough,
To be with her where she is now.
This is not the end for me and my Michelle