Not all heroes wear a mask and cape,
Some come disguised as silver-haired grandads
With twinkles in their eyes.
My grandad was wise and fierce,
Protecting family as well as his peers.

My hero is my grandad,
Who unfortunately recently passed.
And oh, sure, he certainly did make me laugh.

From mushroom foraging and midnight walks,
We gazed at stars,
And he made me comfortable to talk.

He was my hero, so big and brave,
A guiding light, even beyond the grave.

Dedicated to my Grandad (Mark Smith