Showing posts with label Grandad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandad. Show all posts

Grandad

A coal-dust black village,
a dog barks -
memories.

Grandad -
fiddling with bits and bobs
in that shed which had that smell.

Happy,
Focused,
Organised.
And I
looking on,
connected with this man

Grandad,
my Grandad.