Grandad Poem by Natasha Edwards

The magic of a picture within a frame
Older than me
And a smile so reassuring

I treasure the warm feeling that it gives
Years that pass
The smiling mans gaze falls upon me

Even though its me, he does not know
He knows those that are mine.
His and my blood are entwined
Yet he knows me not.

Time stood still for him in 72.
But his words are echoed
In my children’s laughter
Each time they say mummy
‘I love you’

They say I am the double of my ma
So will he see me from a far?
Or the golden girl that is mine
Will he know that she is his?
Will he love us?
Even though he doesn’t know