A cheery chime of the doorbell,
Shoes off, slippers on,
A familiar yell greets us from the kitchen,
Lunch will be soon no doubt
Warm embraces envelope me,
Nana looks up into my eyes,
My you have grown!
Granddad still towers above me,
A lanky man, his pants too short,
And consequently, knee high socks
Tummies rumbling violently,
The lounge our waiting room,
No need for breakfast today,
We brace ourselves for the upcoming feast
Ornaments line shelves in cabinets,
Each one with its own back story,
Immaculate as always,
Not one speck of dust
Everything just so, just as I remember it
Usual inquires take place,
How’s school, how’s work, what’s new
Granddad has a new joke,
An interesting fact about the universe,
A story from his times in the war
Did I tell you about that joker?
He reckoned he didn’t like potatoes!
A call to the dinner table,
Plates of food, Tetris pieces,
Fitting into place
A mountain faces me,
My challenge, the question is,
Can I conquer it?
Eyes meet, we smile,
Mountains conquered,
Bellies fit to burst,
All on the brink of explosion,
Nana brings out dessert
Yet another, it was thought, impossible victory
Would anyone like anything to finish up with?
We nod, Nana smiles
Not even mountains could prevent us,
From jelly cake and biscuits
A poem I wrote about my grandparents for school last year.