Your Not Here Anymore
This Is The Poem I Read At My Nans Funeral This Is A Retake On She's Not Here Anymore What I Wrote While She Was Battling Dementia.
You’re Not Here Anymore
We will miss your warm hugs and smiles
when you opened your front door
You’re Not Here Anymore
We will miss you and grandad Pretending
the kitchen was a ballroom floor
You’re not here anymore
We will miss the ABBA road trips
The ones as we got older we wished for more
You’re not here anymore
we will miss your bacon and egg butties
You made by the score
You’re not here anymore
We will miss you singing at Christmas
After a Sherry or four
You’re not here anymore
We will miss you
But you’ll watch over us I’m sure
You’re not here anymore
Your still our nan forevermore
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H J Myers
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