Reflections of Grandad

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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If grandad really loved me...

(He told me so, he said)

He recited scary stories

As I lay in my bed.

He lit the fire that warmed me

And kept it burning bright,

It gave me cheer throughout the day

And comfort through the night.

 He shared with me my weekend tea,

We two a jolly team;

Pouring out the ginger beer

And serving cakes and cream.

His cleverness he lent to me

And showed me what to do

He taught me how to spell my name,

Keep my own council too.

But grandad never told me,

And I could ne'er perceive;

If grandad really loved me so

Why, then, did he leave?

                   ASJ