Big Day Out

Our task was to write a poem to make someone cry. Here was my best shot:

‘We’re off on a li’l trip!’ Granddad exclaimed

I put on my boots – he did the laces

Then tumbled into the car – it hadn’t changed

And off we went, to exciting new places

“Shall we stop off here?” Granddad grinned

I took out the tennis ball and rackets

From the boot – he always made the ball spin

And I’ll be like him, with some more practice

“Let’s go into the playground,” Granddad smiled

I swapped the tennis stuff for a football

Then we kicked it around for a hundred miles

And he whooshed in when I was going to fall

“Shall I get out the picnic?” Granddad said

I pulled two rug corners – he took the rest

Chomping no-crust sandwiches til well fed

He’s got the secret to make them the best

“We’ve still got time for the swings,” Granddad wheezed

I ran ahead – couldn’t catch my fast legs

And got really high – from bending my knees

I now know how, so he’s easy to beat

Granddad didn’t say anything for ages

I scuffed my shoes to slow down to his pace

- Mummy wasn’t there to be in a rage

Now I didn’t want to try and win the race

I held his big hand, which is really rare

Unless crossing the road – this time I said

“It’s ok Granddad, you don’t need to be scared

You will still be with me, inside my head