Saturday, 28 January 2012

Grandads Knee


Grandads Knee

My granddaddy always said to me 
You wait until your thirty three 
You'll have some little'uns of your own
Your little princess or prince will sit upon this throne, 
This throne that's reserved just for you
Till childhood fairyland bids adieu.                                                      

So upon his knee I'd clumsily scramble,
Listening to his stories and rambles, 
His stories were off  far of lands, 
Of fairy queens, her kingdom and commands, 
The only wish he had for me 
Was I be as happy as happy as I could be.

On his throne that was his knee,
My childhood was like a fantasy, 
No seat ever has replaced that spot
That I'd climb upon as a tiny, tiny, tot 
Perhaps if grandaddies knees  were the law 
I'd still see my fantasy lands of wonder and awe 

5 comments:

  1. I was thinking about this very thing earlier this morning; thinking how as adults we have nowhere to turn, and no one whose knee we can sit upon and feel safe, and loved, and be comforted. A shame it has to be this way.
    This is a wonderful poem!

    But then, again, perhaps we do: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/29/the-sun-on-my-face/

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  2. stay happy,
    fun verse, thanks for linking.

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  3. Memories not shared go to waste. thanks!

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  4. Ohb Kerry adorable - I too had a lovely gramps who I worshipped - thought of him yesterday - Father's Day - Oh your poem made me tingle - :)) hugs Lib

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  5. that line - his wish for you - that for yu to be happy as happy can be - same for me off mine - that is good to remind they wishes that for us - and they did - always loved to see me happy - so lovely Kerry - thankyou for sharing that - Lib

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