Gramp

GRAMP

The old man was quite content

To let his young grandson

Pull and to twist the silver hair

Between the pearl buttons

Of his then new check shirt

 

Such afternoons as I recall

Were always hot and long

And ‘those whitewashed garden walls’

He said, `Would hurt your eyes

                  If you stared at them too long’

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

A brilliant - literally - recollection. The reflection from those walls reflects through time, through language, and into the minds of others. The poem is a trigger poem that revives the readers own similar memories.

[Neville]

Blimey Ron, thank you so much for these words. Just got back from Bulgaria so what a welcome back. All Good Things, Neville