April

Please be happy and be kind

Be forgiving, and keep fighting.

"Dear granddad, I love you."

"Yes, I know, granddad loves you too."

Sunday ice-cream, and your "march"

Always green unchaining lights.

You broad shoulders and your voice.

Memories of all I've lost.

Tragic day, and British weather,

On the Eastern land however.

Sun, rain, wind, snow, what a mock?!

Is my grandfather playing a joke.

April, month of living hell.

So much pain and darkness it propelled.

They are lighting candles, but I refuse.

I don't understand this rule.

Priest came early, and slightly drunk.

What an epitome for a laugh.

Oh the irony is bad.

You'd of enjoyed and had a taunt.

At your funeral I cannot think.

Your death needs time to properly sink.

Your dead body I cannot see.

I refuse to believe that you're free.

L