My grandad left me to day.
The angels took him home.
Its said god picks the best.
I guess thats true.
My grandad went home to day.
He left to soon.
Now I have an ocean of tears.
He floats on a cloud.
He shines with the stars.
And he sings with the angels.
He shines in my darkest hour.
I feel his spirt near.
Its like hes always near.
I miss him, his warmth and his love.
Most of all I miss his way of being.
I miss his bight smile more.
I always feel him near.
I swear I his voice in the wind.
I feel his presence around as dawn turns to dusk.
Its like he never really went away.
Although he may not be on earth.
He will always be in my heart.
Amy Kerswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-left-today/
