I remember him just like I saw him yesterday,
Sitting on his bed with a rollie in his hand,
Looking out his window and watching the cars go by.
He was my favourite Pop of all, it was hard to say goodbye.
This man was taken away from me, my very own Pop had died.

He was a quiet timid man all of 71 years,
Who had been through war and heartbreak and then to slowly die.
He watched his son go through it too, it was very hard on his eyes.
I wish you were here with me now and your two great-gran kids too.
To have them sit on your knee and annoy you just like me.

I miss you very much Pop and your calm and gentle ways,
To kiss and hug you once again I know would be too much to say.
I hope you are very happy now sitting by your window high,
Looking down on all of us and not asking questions why.
I will remember you always until it's my turn to fly.