Title: My hero
by Jessica from Cambridgeshire | in writing, poetry
My hero wasn't perfect,
And no, he couldn't fly,
He was just a mortal,
A normal passer-by.
My hero was very special,
As special as can be,
He died when I was only five,
But he was good to me.
He'd listen to my stories,
And always let me play,
Never once can I remember,
That he ever told me "nay".
I always miss you grandpa,
And I never got to say,
How much I love you grandpa,
Every single day.
It was my Grandad's funeral where we buried his ashes. So I asked my mum if I could say a few words so I came up with this.
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