Or So I'Ve Been Told

You're a mystery to me, a modicum of memory. I have your straight nose; your big, clumsy feet; Your dry sense of humour and stubborn streak - Or so I've been told. I know you loved history - dusty books left behind. I've heard stories about you, but they can't define Who you really were. I remember snippets of your eulogy, given by my dad, The son-in-law you didn't like but grew to love. I wish you'd known me long enough To love me too. But maybe it's better this way, trying to figure you out Like a game of Clue, which I've been told I once played with you. So I'll keep piecing you together Like the puzzles you loved, Because you truly are the most fascinating person I've never known.