TUESDAYS WITH KATIEA Poem by Phil Roberts
She was our first grandchild
And naturally We loved her dearly And I adored her As only grand-dads can And she latched onto me She used to come to us every Tuesday At a time when kids are most interesting She was fully conversational (Didn't we all know it) Her personality was emerging And she was still young enough To have her originality and imagination My little gold mine of joy And this is how it would go "Grand-dad, you be the shop keeper And I'll bring my dollies in for clothes." So she would lay out her doll's outfits And bring her dolls forward to buy clothes She would haggle over the price (and win) And pay me in cardboard coins "Let's watch a video, Grand-dad! Let's watch Barny!" (Again) I hate that bloody purple dinosaur And Katie thinks he's wonderful That smarmy voice of his "I love you and you love me," I bleeding don't you know I wouldn't let him within a hundred miles Of any kids of mine. In the course of the day I would be called upon To play multiple parts in Everything from The Three Bears To Little Red Riding Hood In which I memorably became Big Bad Wolf and Grandma And presumably ate myself But the highlight of the day Was the last thing before she went home The weekly show "Introduce me, Grand-dad!" In my best showman's voice "Ladies and gentlemen...!" To my wife and dog "...The moment you've been waiting for. Fresh from her recent tour Of our back garden..... Miss Katie......." "Katie Spice, Grand-dad." "Miss Katie SPICE!" Into some popular ditty of the day Issuing from her at full volume Then she would stop mid-line While she did a little dance step All greeted by thunderous applause In her head it was Carnegie Hall Rather than my wife, my dog and me So, a happy end to a happy day Then Katie went home And I slipped into an exhausted coma By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil RobertsFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 10, 2016 Last Updated on June 10, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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