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: My elder granddaughter and I go out for a meal every couple of months and we go to restaurants of different nations, we have been to Italian, Thai, Japanese, French, Nepalese and West Indian. We get on very, very well and can talk to each other like very good friends. She is a special young lady.
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Comments4
A fine write and evening Gold. We had a talk about the multicultural church not long ago.
To see multiculture religion at its best did you see the Service at St Pauls for the Grenfell Tower remembrance, all faiths and none were there.
What a wonderful relationship and what a great poetic record of it - great stuff Andy.
Thank you Michael. Yes it is a great relationship.
What a beautiful tradition, Goldie, and one she will always cherish! I'm off to a grandson's second birthday party today ... too young to remember, but we'll be dining together.
Grandchildren are wonderful no matter what age. Thank you for your kind comment Louis.
Andy, you have been blessed. Not only with a talent to write, but with family of the warmest of light.
Thank you AP, so kind.
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