My Gramps the soldier, battling on, <br />The pillar of strength was all so strong, <br />Through dark skies ahead, and, <br />Bad times gone by, <br />His smile, his laughter but never a cry. <br /> <br />His ambition was clear for all to see, <br />Respect is all this proud man would need, <br />His courage and prowess was never foregone, <br />In his home, his castle is where he belonged. <br /> <br />With love in his heart and a glee in his eye, <br />My Gramps kept walking towing the line, <br />Never a grumble, bad word or resent, <br />To make someone smile would suffice this torment. <br /> <br />Never too shy to approach subjects unknown, <br />To challenge the comments of people alone, <br />His belief, his character his qualities within, <br />Could puncture and pierce the toughest of skin. <br /> <br />To be angry now that my Gramps is gone, <br />Is Wrong! <br />We must let his spirit live on, <br />Through our memories, our smiles, laughter and tears, <br />Enjoying the memories we shared through the years<br /><br />Michael Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-gramps/
