Alone for over fifty years;
A widow to the end,
The war affected Granny’s life,
Her heart could never mend.
My granddad was recalled from leave,
As someone else was ill,
His ship was sunk and he was killed;
So much to live for still.
At eighty-eight, my granny died;
I smiled amid the tears -
And thought of Gran and Grandfather
United after years.
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.