A Tribute to Nan and Grandad ©

I realized that my Nan was looking at me,
And as usual she had that lovely bright smile.
Suddenly I awoke from a dream and remembered,
She’s been gone from my world a long while.
So I turned the page to two people,
Who helped me to mould my ways.
Years have passed by since I wrote down these words
Recalling my childhood days.

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A TRIBUTE TO NAN AND GRANDAD
George and Jane Rowley

My Grandad was a quiet man
But still liked family around.
While Nan sat there talking
He’d hardly say a sound.
Sitting in his armchair
Hearing others talk,
Never ever offending
Often liked to walk.
I can see him in his suit and tie
Looking neat and smart,
My Grandad was a quiet man
With the biggest kindest heart.

My Nan she always told stories
Of the old days and years gone by,
She must have been a young rascal
I can tell by that look in her eye.
The cheekiest grin on a lady
Will never be seen no more,
I’m sure up in heaven God’s smiling
Since Jane Rowley has passed through his door.