Nina calls me Grandad
because that is who I am –
doesn’t believe I have a name
Like James or Dave or Sam..
She likes it when I tickle her,
she likes it when I’m daft-
silly faces, funny games
are all part of the craft
of keeping Nina happy
each and every day
with rides on trains and buses
cause neither of us pay.
We might go to the park some days
or even to the zoo
enthralled to watch the animals
especially when they poo.
Then suddenly she’ll disappear,
like she’s become a meal for one-
And she wonders why my hair is white
and where most of it has gone.
Lea’s poetry 