Grandfathers Table (a poem)

[donHooligan]

good shtuff, man.

[88simran]

touching...

I can relate

[zezt]

This poem is close to me cause I was brought up with my grandpa. There is a special bond that can devlop between the very young and very old.

I laugh when I now see little kids with their grandpas walkin in the park

Of course he could be a pin. he was a nagger, and once he started couldn't stop

But he learnt me gardening, and told me about the First World War he was in.

[zezt]

About having to sleep stood un the trenches with cold muddy water up his body and other horrors.

In top of his thigh he had a large hole that a fist could easily go in caused by shrapnel in that terrible war.

He was very mentally strong and made sure he didn't walk with a stick

They never really leave totally when they die but are a part of you for always:)

[ozjthomas]

thnx for sharing, zezt, glad it could help =)

[enkelin32]

Really great poem, I had a tool that my favorite uncle gave to me. It is all I have left of him besides photos. Somehow it means much more. I can really identify with this poem.

[ozjthomas]

i understand =)

[CovetedRebel]

this may be one of my favorites <3

thanks

[ozjthomas]

awesome. cool. =) thnx

[sickliberal]

Fragile.. I like how the colours at the end returns one to the real world..

[TheLogicJunkie]

That's really sad.

[macnutz]

Powerful, thanks.