Gran, as I called you
You are so sadly missed,
I still feel I'm being pounded
By giant iron fists

Gran, as you were
To so many of us
You were always there
To sort out the fuss

Until your dying days
That is, when pain
Drowned your shining smile
Like fire dies in rain

I wonder how in my short time
Life can throw things so rotten
But, Gran, you're in my heart always
You're gone but never forgotten.