Patriarch – Tales from the mind of Kristian

When I was little I’d sometimes stay

with my Grandparents when

my Mother was away

My Grandad was quite stern and stark

with Victorian ways,

A Patriarch.

Missing my Mother, I’d cry at night,

because she wasn’t there

to tuck me in tight.

So in order to stop me nightly, weeping,

My Grandad gave me an Angel

to watch me while I was sleeping.

Then the strict old man would give me a kiss

and when I look back

I can’t help but Reminisce

And I look at that Angel

that’s still by my bed

and Wish I could see old Grandad instead.

Written by Kristian Fogarty 5th April 2021

This poem was written for the What do you See challenge:

I have also included the following word prompts:

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