In year 5 or 6
We were given a homework task
Those ones that never counted for anything
But seemed like the most important thing to your parents
We had to write a story about the 2nd world war
So I wrote it about my grandpa David
Although my memories of him seemed to be stitched together videos and photos
As I desperately tried to get to know
The man whose birthday id been born on
8th may
VE Day
I wonder if he made the joke
"All this for me?"
Out of this idea I clumsily crafted a story
remembering parts of it, i cringe
But I showed it to my granny Chris
And she loved it
She told me she didn't know anyone who could write like that at that age
The exact words time has taken from me too
But coming from someone who I begged for stories every visit
I felt like I'd won a Carnegie
I don't believe she's gone
She left in the middle of a really dark time
So I didn't really have time to morn the passing
She knew it was time to go
Like my grandad before her when she knew she just let go
She never got to see my writing separate into line
And start to rhyme
I was so desperate to get to know my great grandfather
I didn't enjoy the fact that i got to know her.
Notes
Quite a sad one this week. About my great grandma who died about a year and a half ago. I was just thinking about it late at night and this poem was born.
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