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To our grandson Reece

Reece our grandson our little boy,

We wish we could still buy you your toy

And say see you tomorrow at the same time,

We miss you so much its like committing a crime

That all of a sudden your mum said no

Now its only from a distance we can watch you grow.

 

Now your growing up so very fast

You are now nearly 7yrs past,

From when you were born we all watched you smile

Every day from 7- till- 4

We watched you grow a little more.

 

Then one day when you were nearly three

Your mummy said on the phone that we were wrong

As we were learning Reece a really silly song

When we tried to tell her we thought she was wrong

That there was not even bad language in the song.

And to take Reece from us for the sake off this song

Come on you know you must be wrong.

 

Or was it because our son was not there anymore

She fell out with us and showed us the door.

All this just happened as Christmas fell

We had presents to give him she said go to hell

I will tell Reece you don?t love him no more.

 

Can you imagine his little face as she tells him those lies

I can hear him now as he lies there and cries

Its took us five years to make up this rhyme as

we have been crying all this time

But we will still miss him till the end of our time.

 

But as time goes bye and we have lost our youth

The day we all long for is to tell him the truth,

As I write this poem laying in bed,

We never stopped loving you and son I am telling you

No matter what?s been said

I am telling you son your daddy?s not dead.

?Charlie Solomon

 

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Scotland.
 james@grandparents.co.uk

 

 

 

 

 
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