Albert's GiftA Poem by Chris Shaw(For Albert)
My memory doesn't serve me well,
at times it plays at peek-a-boo, but I recall with clarity those precious moments spent with you. As I sat by your slippered feet, I'd see the twinkle in your eye and listen wide-eyed as you'd tell why Shalot's Lady had to die. And soon by heart I'd learn the lines, years later I can still recall that magic spell you wove for me of metered rhyme when I was small. That's all that I have left of you, the photos fade as time goes by, so when I picture you with me, the child inside begins to cry. It can't be bought what you bestowed, you paved a path that suited me and how I've danced along the way to find my joy in poetry.
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Added on January 16, 2019Last Updated on January 16, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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