Grandfather’s Christmas
The fire burns, the tree stands tall,
But something’s missing most of all.
Your voice, your stories, your steady hand,
The way you’d guide, the way you’d stand.
Christmas feels a little bare,
Without your wisdom, without you there.
But in each laugh and song we sing,
I feel the warmth your love still brings.
Your chair now empty, yet still it seems,
You’re with us here, within our dreams.
A guiding star, forever bright,
You light our hearts on Christmas night.
Though gone from sight, you’ll always stay,
A part of us each and every day.
Merry Christmas, Grandad ❤️
Sophy Stonehouse
22/12/2024
