I never really knew my mother’s father.
All I remember: tuft of nostril hair,
spied from sitting on his knee; and a hoard
of half-hidden threepenny pieces
slipped into a sandpit outside the lido.
In pictures he looks a kind, fair man.
Worked for his only firm from 16 to 61.
Received a wedding cruet set in 1922,
inscribed "from members and friends" at ...
Sunday 26th February 2012 10:37 am