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I never knew my mother father
He died when she was about five years old
He was quite an adventurous man
So there was a lot about him to be told

He was an Indian soldier in the British army
During the world war one campaign
He Came to Trinidad from India
And never return to India again

I don’t know how he met my grandmother
Or how their romance did began
Because my grandmother was born handicap
With Deformed feet and hand

But it must have been love at first sight
That moment must have been really great
I wish I had ask her about that moment
But I never think about it till it’s too late

I don’t even know the date or year
But they got married a little while after
She must have been really beautiful
And he must have really love her

They had one child which is my “my mother
Then my grand father died when she was five
He was taking her to India to see his family
But Got sick and he didn’t survive

I remember my mother telling stories
That her father use to tell to her
About all the places he has been to
And bout his time in the war

And about one time he and other solders
Was tired in the forest and took a brake
Think they sat down on a log of a tree
But it really a big fat snake

She taught her a lot at a very early age
He taught her how to build camp fires
And he use lift her on his shoulders
he gave her a lot hopes and desire’s

she told how he build her a chair
And he listens to her every dream
How she would spend all his time with her
And made her home made ice cream

And how he has so many stories
He use to tell to her every day
He would about his family in India
And he never ran out of things to say.

And thought he died when she was five
She remembers every thing about him
Some thing that she will never forget
She carries with her forever within

My mother says I look like her father
And sometimes she looks at me and sees him
My grand father was about six feet tall
With muscles, very handsome and slim

And though my grandmother was handicap
She just captured his heart completely
This proves when the magic of love comes
True love knows no boundary

Now they are just apart of our history
And their story was of a time before
I’m writing from recollections’ of my memory
I wish I could of remember and write a lot more
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