Literature
Grannddad
Granddad
Granddad died last night.
The doctors said it was to be expected,
But I still cried.
They covered him with a sheet,
A boring white hospital sheet,
And mum took me outside.
Granddad didnt like the hospital,
He said as soon as he left there,
He felt better.
Sometimes he would tell me
It was the boring colours,
And so I painted him bright pictures at preschool.
Granddad is gone now.
Mum tells me he is on a journey,
A spiritual journey to heaven,
One that we will all take one day.
She tells me that Ill meet him again,
Just not yet.
On Wednesday, were going to his funeral.
Dad says that ev