GrandFather

Poet Name : OLIVER SHELLY

Our grandfather by the sea,blind.
His deck chair settles our rug on the stones and his face takes sunlight like thirst.

We always play games thats need speaking ;each of our card and moves are told and he smiles un his taking part.
We are saying our childhood to this old man and his beautiful face,liver-marked and shy,has no end in its space, no end in its gentleness, to hold a whole life of listening left to do.