Grandfather

Happy he was
He was like that everyday.
Always smiling, doing his best , Till one day he lay to rest
Tears were filled in his eyes,
The smile in his face fade to grey.
He looked so peaceful and full of life.
Looking his best, there he laid to rest.
The grass so green,
The birds that sing,
The sun that shined so brightly on everything.
The trees that blossom, standing so tall,all we could do, was to stand tall and mourn.
Oh what a loss it seems to the greatest of them all
Grandfather.
© Brian Charles Taylor