My Grandad

My grandad is a mountain, steady, strong and true,
A man who never falters in the hardest things he’ll do.
He walks with quiet purpose, with courage in his stride,
A strength that never wavers and a heart he’ll never hide.

My grandad builds up worlds with skill that never ends,
He shapes the rough into something fine, the kind which life depends.
He turns bare boards into beauty, makes the broken good as new,T
here’s nothing he can’t fix when he sets his mind ‘to do’.

My grandad gives so freely, never asking for reward,
He’s first to lend a helping hand, the steady, quiet sort.
He puts others before himself in everything he does,
A man whose honest, open heart defines the best of us.

My grandad never grumblers at the tough cards life has thrown,
He shoulders ever burden with a courage all his own.
He rises to each challenge with a calm unshaken grace,
A quiet sort of bravery time can never erase.

My grandad leaves a legacy I learn from every day,
In the things he shows with actions and the quiet words he’ll say.
And while he’s here beside me, I carry this with pride:
My grandad is the strongest man, with love that doesn’t hide.