“No
One”
No
one to lick the mayonnaise
From
my long handled spoon,
Or
eat the nub ends from my pasty
Or
join me howling at the moon!
No
one to help me to the bathroom
Or
to lead me down the stairs,
No
one to help me eat my supper
With
long and hungry stares.
No one to help me on computer
No one to help me on computer
Though
he cannot type a damn
But
he’s growing up so nicely
A
proper Penberthy man.
No
one to snuggle against me
While
lying on my bed,
Or
wake me up too early
In
case I might be dead!
No one is there to trip me up
No one is there to trip me up
On all
the scattered toys,
But
Babes, I must admit to you
Your
Old Grandad misses his boys!
Copyright © Res JFB 12th July 2015
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