Analysis of Boxing Day

Boxing Day,
Was such a terrible day,
Everyone stopped drinking there tea on their trays,
I have never known such a silence,
I have never felt my heartbeat,
Pound so loud,
Dad was always so porud,
Of his father,
I would of rather spent Boxing Day,
Alone,
At least it would of washed away,
This horrible tone,
Today my Grandad pasted away,
I wished it wasn't today,
Of all days,
As this day,
Was my Dad's,
Favourite day,
Of all,
With all his sport and all,
It was like Christmas had come,
All at once.

At the hearing of this news,
The next couple of days,
Everyone kept themselves,
To themselves,
And everything,
Had changed,
And nothing will be the same again,
Boxing day will now always be the day when my Grandad pasted away.