I recently went through a spell
When I had one minor and two major operations
In rather quick succession
One of the consequences of this was
That I didn't see my grandkids for months on end
Primary schools being, as they are
The Petrie dishes for all human disease
So, it was decided that as I was either waiting for
Or recovering from surgery
To keep them away from me
Until I was in the clear
And when I was in the clear
I was soooo glad to see four of them
The youngest of my grandkids
Are twin boys, far from identical
And at this time they were about six
One standing a head taller than the other
And at seperate points in the day
Independant of each other
Each twin said the same thing
"Grampy, I thought you were allergic to kids."
And to each I gave the same reply
Once I stopped laughing
"Ah well, sometimes it's better than others."
I can see the picture now
"Mummy, why can't we see Grampy?"
Jenny, doing a thousand other things
And no time for explanations
"Grampy's allergic to kids!"
By Phil Roberts
I have forgiven my own attackers
Forgiven the one who cheated on me
Even though she told me to kill myself
That no one would come to love my scars
I battled long against my depression
Won some battles, some I have lost
The years have never been easy
Hatred could easily had swallowed me
I was molded by those now gone
A grandfather I loved with respect
He was not my true one by blood
He was a black African and he was proud
And Grampy, today I am missing you
You taught me who I would come to be
Some would only see you as a black man
My eyes only see you with pride
Abraham Rachid, your soul is always near
I feel you when I am needing you most
I reach out and I touch your spirit
Your soul always helps me to stand tall
i picked a pickle
from grampy's pickle jar.
I snipple a bushel of beer at the select town bar*
got into a mess with san diego blues.
After the train passed by
when the coppers held a horn and their sirents
went woop woop.