Grandad

A poem about my grandad

You passed away twenty years ago,

I sat on your knee, a child in velvet dress;

Time never allowed our memories to grow

But held them fast in a simple scene.

Treats of mint humbugs and fisherman friends,

Little hands eagerly awaited,

Nan’s pea soup and learning to speak.

 

 

We played ghosts in the corners of your home,

Hide and seek behind doors and presents

Unwrapped on boxing day, the years we grew.

Stories filled our ears, your past to our future,

How different things were back then,

The strict times and smiles your presence bought

And today your memory brings.

Author's Note

This is a work in progress, I would love nay feedback you can give.

Reviews

[E. M. Murren]

You always write such lovely poems. The innocence of childhood fills this work gracefully. Your sense of structure and rhythm are as always impecable. A beautiful read.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

I liked it. I thought it was a finished work so I do not have any suggestions really. It paints a detailed picture. I liked it.
Thank you for sharing.

Oh, there is a typo in your notes. lol
Am I bad or what. They always stand out to me. I do the same thing when I am typing though. I get the letters turned around backwords.
Love All, Mejasha