From A Grandchild

He stood tall as an oak
His embrace hid me complete
He spoke to Nature
His harmonica sang to the birds
When he held my hand
I felt bubbles of joy fill the air
When he called me grandchild
Pride rippled through me in rivers
When night shadows threatened
I curled up under his bed
To wake in the morning
Covered in his blanket

(1923 – 2006: 20/02/2006, 14h43pm)

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