To some he was Gerald, Gerry, or Dad,

To us he was Grampy and the best we could have had.

A native of Blunsdon, but his true place was out gardening,

His garden was his pride and joy and left all visitors marvelling.

Planting and potting, no matter the weather, all year round,

Growing plants in the greenhouse, and vegetables in the ground.

Grampy's door was always open, to have a chat and of course a milky tea,

Not to mention a bourbon, or viennese whirl, or two, or three.

He also loved his bowls and would often be found on the green,

In fact some might say, he's the best Highworth have seen.

Lets not forget his cooking, a stew often the main course,

In fact, probably the only dish that he didn't cover in ketchup or sauce.

After dinner and of course pudding was scoffed,

Upstairs Grampy would go, to find treasures in the loft.

You might leave with one, or some veg, flowers or a recently taken picture,

Although his broken printer, was a well known permanent fixture.

Talking to others, Grampy would often boast,

It was clear that above all, he loved his family the most.

We'll miss you Grampy; your jokes, laughter and time together we'd spend,

But most of all, we'll miss your joy for life and having you as our friend.