Dedicated to a special young man.

This has come about cos today I was given a birthday card from my parents which they had kept for me.
The card was for my fourth birthday from my Nanny Vi.
I never knew my granddad.

This is a poem I wrote for my granddad, I hope you enjoy it, please read and let me now what you think and what I could improve thanks =)

When my son was born something about his features reminded me so much of my father who had died many years before. Memories fade but something of the dead lives on in their descendants.

Jenny went up into the attic and found a hat. She loved it so much that she begged her granny to lent it to her when she was going with Peter to his brother’s wedding. Jenny looked a picture. Jenny and Peter were so busy with their exams. When the exams were finished Peter took Jenny to a restaurant and proposed. They got married and had children.

Years later Jenny’s and Peter’s granddaughter found the hat in their attic.

This poem is for them special Granddads out there.

For my Granddad.

One less bookworm in the world.

On the loneliness of old people.

Written to my granddad after he died in 2003.