OLD TIME TALES

Tell me a tale of my Grandpa,
The child sweetly said,
Her blue eyes wide in anticipation
Of the familiar tale to be heard.
Tell me about when he found the dog
And how it ate his mama’s best hat.
Please tell me dearest mother,
Tell me how he went to war
Oh yes, Oh please tell me that.

But you know these my dear,
You know them really well,
But if you really want me to
These tales again I’ll tell.
They’d sit and she would listen
And sometimes prompt a time or two,
Maybe correct a little error,
Until the tales were all through.

Now she is a mother herself
And her very favourite time
Is when her children ask
As or her knee they climb
Tell us a tale about Grandpa,
Tell us how he fell in love,
Tell how he went to war,
How he saw an angel from above.

Although the fairy tales were fun,
The stories they like the most
Are the true tales of the family,
Told on a knee when day is done.

Tales of relatives now long gone
Are told so all will love and know
Those who went before and are part of them
For one day, When it’s our turn to go,
They will be there to greet us.
And as each one we will meet
We will tell with joyful hearts
The tales we heard at mother’s feet.

M Ann Margetson March 27 1998 ©



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