Since I am stuck at home with a chest infection, I thought I’d post some more poems. And whilst I’m at it, I wanted to say that very soon I should be able to share details of my first poetry collection. Any week now…..

As today is about remembering those who have gone before, this is about my Grandad. He was a child in the Second World War. I remember him so fondly.

My Grandad grew London Pride
In his garden by the back door
It's hardy
So it outlasted the bitter cold
Leaves hunched together against frost
Sleet and snow
Then in spring's newness it began once more
The small pink blooms never failing to show
Their tenacious faces  
And in summer's heat
When the flagstones are too hot to walk on barefoot
Still in the shade by the back door, it shone on
Evergreen

Today, moved to a new landscape
And watered by younger hands
It goes on
Perennially bringing us joy
And reminding us 
So sweetly
Of the one who tended it first