Grandma Poem by maria goodison

I am tired now my dear, said grandma to her grandson with the electric
hair and the blue blue wellies on his feet.

But grandma it's only half past three.

Yes my dear this may be true but a nice cup of tea and a little rest for grandma feet
they are not used to running all that way to climb Big Ben then roar down the hill.

Grandma please it wasn't a hill it was the sea that captain black beard sailed.

Well how about we say that grandma been court and held by long John silver?

The grandson stood very still and scuffed his wellies on the wooden floor his face like thunder
his hands stuffed in to his pockets, wondering why old people make things so unfair.
But he also knew that the old girl was kind and didn't't mean to spoil his fun.

OK grandma I'll make a deal, if I stop my fun then you've to promise to read this book to me?

Grandma smile to her grandson with the electric hair and the blue blue wellies, that stood very
Calmly with his dreams still pined on his sleeve.

OK it's a deal my dear.