GENERATIONS

This piece is inspired by the unique bond that often exists between grandparents and grandchildren, something I sadly never  experienced. When I am witness to this interaction,which sometimes occurs between non-related old and young, it never fails to make me smile.

GENERATIONS



THE SMALL BOY, STANDS WITH REVERENCE IN THE OLD MAN’S SHED

MESMERISED BY BITS AND BOBS, AIR LADEN WITH TOBACCO SCENT.

HE WATCHES THE FALL OF SILVER HAIR STILL LEFT ON A TIRED HEAD.

AWESTRUCK HE LISTENS,GLORYS AND STORIES OF A LIFE WELL SPENT.

BY THE CLOCK IS A PICTURE, A WOMAN POSSESSED OF A BEAUTY RARE.

A SMILE ON HIS AGE WORN FACE, AS WHEN THE WEDDING BELLS RANG.

HE TELLS THE BOY OF FINDING LOVE WHILE TEA AND CAKE THEY SHARE,

LISTENING TO THE RECORD PLAYING FOREVER, SONGS THAT SHE SANG.

A GRUMPY VOICE GREETS THE BOY SAYING “DO YOU KNOW YOU’RE LATE”

HE’S NOT CROSS REALLY, JUST A TAD WORRIED, IT’S FOR THE LAD’S SAKE.

ENDLESSLY PACING UP AND DOWN UNTIL HE HEARD THE GARDEN GATE,

FOR HE PROMISED HE WOULD SHOW HIM HOW PAPER PLANES TO MAKE.

A HAND IN HIS CARDIGAN POCKET AS THE OLD MAN PRETENDS TO NAP

REVEALS A MATCHBOX, A SMALL GIFT FOR THE BOY, SEEN ONLY BY A FEW.

INSIDE LIES HIS PERSONAL TREASURE, A BADGE FROM HIS OLD ARMY CAP.

HE SMILES AS YOUNG EYES LIGHT UP, FOR HE WAS ONCE A SMALL BOY TOO.

3 thoughts on “GENERATIONS

    1. Cheers ! This one came out better than I thought as I relied on imagination and not experience. My poems are either tumblers or teasers. I was expecting to tease this one out but when I started it just tumbled ! Thank you again. (I keep reading if you were a poem)

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