Every afternoon after school
I'd get to your house
as fast as my legs would take me
and let myself in through the back door.

Seeing your face as you spun around to see me
was the brightest part of my day.
Even though you had issues with your legs
you'd still get up as fast as possible.

Hugs off your Grandfather
who has always been like a father to you
is the best thing a girl could ever recieve.

You'd lead me into the garage
and I'd take all caution uncovering the machine,
the motorbike. The work in progress.
And the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

You used to get me to hold the bolts while you ******* them in
because I have small hands that could reach where your warm ones wouldnt.
We'd spend hours on the Harley fixing it, building it.
Nanny would watch and laugh at how intrigued I was
because she thought that you'd bore me. You never did.

And when mother came it was hard to tear me away from the bike
I didn't want to leave. I wanted to help you finish.
But, I'd come back tomorrow and roll up mysleeves
just to hold more screws and listen to your technical talk.
I could sit for hours and just listen. You're so wise.
You taught me so much. I love you Grandad.