G is for GRANDDAD
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Fred Davis a man I call ‘my hero’
A fire-fighter in World War II
Keeping England safe from harm
His own family evacuated to a farm
I watched and waited for him at the window
Eager to greet him at the door
Ready with soap and hot water
To wash away the grime of the day with cleanser
My Granddad was always there
I would sit on the floor by his chair
Watch him while he ate his dinner
Told him about my day, moaned about a teacher
He didn’t speak much but I knew he was listening
Always patient throughout my ramblings
He smelt of putty and linseed oil
And when he smiled at me my heart filled with joy.
I was your princess
And you were my hero.
What a beautiful quote and how true... I am stopping by from the A-Z challenge. marcie @www.marciespostbox.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post. You really put across your memories of your grandad well in this poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to your Grandad. You were so lucky to have him in your life:-)
ReplyDeleteI love the way you tell your stories in your poems. Another beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely peom and I just love the phrase 'and there doesn't know how lucky it is.' Thanks for that.
ReplyDelete:-) Made me think of my own granddad--- I love how you are able to tell your story through your poems..
ReplyDeleteExcellent post and a fitting tribute to someone from a special generation.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Greetings from a fellow A to Z'er.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Good luck with the rest of the challenge.
ReplyDeleteDianna Fielding
sociologyfornerds.com
Nice tribute to your Grandfather.
ReplyDeleteA touching tribute and inspiring read.
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