Grandfather Chair

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