JOLLY REMEMBERS

(Jolly's costume was hand sewn by his Mum)

'Jolly hiding from his Grandad' .by  Trish



Jolly loved his Grandad and missed him very much

He wanted to make a list, so he could keep in touch,
With all his Grandad taught him, and other things as well,
What he could and couldn't remember, he really couldn't tell.

So Jolly took pen and paper, and set himself to work,
Even at such a young age, he wasn't one to shirk,
Whenever there was something, even if it was hard,
Like raking up the autumn leaves, in their big back yard.

First were the Indian stories, Grandad so often  read,
That lead Jolly to ponder the Indian sketch above his bed.

But the best times of all, were before Grandad got sad and ill
When they'd walk and talk, to the very top of the big green hill.

Now these may not be exactly, or, all in order things,
There's no Grandad  to ask, he's followed the way of the Winds.

But before that day came, he'd said  'come close, closer so you can hear.'
Jolly expected a secret, to be whispered in his ear.

But this day his Grandad was very serious, and sounded sort of grough,
He talked as if something in his throat, made his voice, come out rough.

He said

' Love your mum and dad Jolly, all of  your life,

Be kind to your children, tender to your wife.

Rewards will be aplenty long after you are dead'.

Those were the last words, Jolly remembered, his Grandad ever said.

Tushie