A friend, a husband, a father, my grandad.
A symbol of success, care, hope and love.
The fondest of memories that I had,
Driving the Vel Satis, swinging the club and continuing to laugh.
With technology the older are assumed to be poor,
But snub this he did on genius’s behalf.
Through my depression he helped me significantly,
With wise words and understanding he put me at ease,
“Your family is here…you’ll get better.” He said optimistically.
Caring for his family’s well-being was his expertise.
My favourite person on Earth, for whom I had maximum respect.
Even in the last days of his battle with MS and heart failure
We would talk West Ham and share pundit intellect.
And yet with his stability deteriorating he still had a sense of humour.
I love you grandad and always will.
Hope and inspiration in others you will always instil.
And whenever I suddenly think of you I will not stammer,
To remember that you are a legend and a true hammer.
