Form: Cornish Sonnet
I never saw granddad without his cap
Even if he was just pottering about
In checkered tweed he appeared quite the chap
But I think he was hiding his bald patch
I never heard my granddad yell or shout
Not even for England in a test match
In fact he never said anything much
On the phone it was just a yes or no
But I felt his heart without doubt or such
One thing that never needed speaking of
I feel it now as the memories flow
As always I can feel his tender love
I never saw granddad without his cap
As always I can feel his tender love
©JGFarmer2016
A Garret Poet 