Our grandad kept a garden, a garden of the heart. He grew all the many things, that gave our lives their start. He turned us to the sunshine, and encouraged us to dream. Fostering and nurturing, the seeds of self-esteem. And when the winds and the rain came, he protected us enough, but not too much because he knew, we would stand up strong and tough. We are our grandads garden, we are his legacy, we love you and we miss you.