Charlie

In truth I never shook his hand
But knew he was just there
The little chap that ran around
And sat by Grandpa’s chair

He called him Charlie to his face
And said he was his friend
Invisible to me by sight
For he was just pretend

But even when we ventured out
He came so Grandpa said
Consistently right by his side
Running where he was led

He came out to the coffee shop
He went to the big store
He never missed the park outing
Or pint of beer for sure

And oh so very mischievous
He was a cheeky lad
Charlie, the boy so full of fun
Just happy, never sad!

And then when Grandpa passed away
We lost old Charlie too
As he slipped back from where he came
Imagination’s hue!

But there the story doesn’t end
For one thing lives for sure
Those memories of Grandpa G
And Charlie evermore!

Dedicated to my Grandpa and his wild and wonderful imagination personified in the life of Charlie 

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I Thought We’d Take Dad Hostage

I thought we’d take dad hostage
Cos despite his old set ways
There’s something that we all adore
When he comes to stay
The way he sits and tells his yarns
Of the good ole days
And adds a new dimension
With all he has to say
But Mum would doubtless miss him
Although she’d swear she’d not
Cos after all those years together
They’re joined up by a knot
The knot of solemn marriage vows
The knot that joins then so
And so dear Dad will leave us and
Back home he will now go
But next time when he visits
We’ll fight against the odds
Cos we want him here forever
As he such a great old sod!!!