Grandad And Grandma Poem by Yvonne Gallagher

My grandad was a funny one
who went back to his youth.
Now this is a true story
and every word the truth.
Grandad wore a big flat cap
to cover up his head.
And if you hit my brother
he'd send you up to bed.
But grandma she was small and sweet
we often went to tea,
Nestles milk upon our bread
our very special treat.
Alas my grandma left us
and my grandad too.
Now all I have is sweet memories
of two dear folks I knew.