We sat at the table
Not knowing what to expect,
Our first time in the restaurant
That cooked West Indian food.
The blonde lady came to us
To take our order,
Her accent neither British
Or West Indian,
But there was laughter within her
As she took our orders.
Then we started talking,
My Granddaughter and I.
So long since we had sat down,
Sat down at table together.
And talk we did,
About family,
About life,
About hopes,
About goals.
The food came to us
And each dish was wonderful,
But still we talked.
We laughed,
We had moments of sadness,
But throughout it all
Our friendship pervaded.
Family is good,
But this friendship is so deep,
This friendship between us,
Between Grandfather and Granddaughter,
May seem odd,
But not to us as we can talk from our hearts,
Talk without constraint.
The meal came too quickly to an end,
A great evening,
One that will be repeated before very long.
The one thing that may seem strange
When looking back may be
These two people,
A generation between them,
These two English people,
In a West Indian restaurant,
Being served by a Latvian waitress.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this a while ago, my granddaughter is now working in Beijing.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
So nice. To be with a loved family member, good food, great conversation, nice surroundings, happy waitress.
Good write Gold.
'Family is good,
But this friendship is so deep,
This friendship between us,
Between Grandfather and Granddaughter,
May seem odd,
But not to us as we can talk from our hearts,
Talk without constraint.'
simply Brilliant! my friend
It's a multicultural world here in the west. I wish the middle east could be so accepting of other cultures as we are. How much closer to world peace and harmony would that bring us?
My granddaughters are very young and i wish i could spend more time with them. I wouldn't want to wish away one minute of their lives but yes it would be wonderful to share an evening meal such as yours with either of them one day.
A real delight to read.
A heart warmimg write Andy.
A very heartwarming poetry
Dearest Andy always you inspire to connect the most ordinary events with a special memory
Always teach me to love every moment happily
The bond of a granddaughter and her grandfather so well inked
I could imagine if my grandfather would be alive, if God could grant us more time, I could have also witnessed those moments
Thanks to your poetry I could imagine what a lovely bond it would have been and how luck to have cherished those moments
A very charming piece
Thanks a lot dear Andy for inking it
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