Dad and Gran

Day 160

When my Grandmother lost Grandad
She moved from her house to a new pad
A granny annex built by my old dad
Such kindness he did show

My dad was wicked in humour ways
And teased my Gran most Saturdays
But showed her kindness other days
Their humour was the same

With a new carpet upon the floor
And favourite colours  my Gran adored
My dad said I may brick up the door
To keep her from escaping

One year bad storms made the river spread
Our Gran was worried. And so Dad said
Don't worry we will tie you on your bed
And float you off down stream

My Gran she liked things that were finer
She told Dad, I need a chair recliner
He said I knew  someone with a Jetliner
And I can get an injector seat

Strap yourself in and remember to breath
The chair is cushioned  with a basket weave
And when you need to rise and leave
You can shoot yourself out of a window