Gramps
GRAMPS
Grandad replaced father unknown to me:
Gramps shaped my young mind instead of he.
Mother loved him, went for holidays there;
We took turns in his old rocking chair.
Showed me the way to cut wood, turn a screw;
Sang to me when I was sick with the ‘flu.
Took me for rides in his fishing boat;
Came to school in the rain carrying my forgotten coat.
He died with pneumonia. We both were lost :
Didn’t know what his raincoat trip would cost.
But good folks like my gramps last forever
My memories of him live on and wither never.
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Written on 31 July 2011 for Carol Brown's competition
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