Grandad’s Chair
In the corner, over there,
sitting empty, Grandad’s chair.
Or, at least, it seems to be
until you look and start to see
memories fly out at you:
The time he helped you tie your shoe,
travelling by bus and train,
woodland walks through wind and rain,
fairground rides and fish and chips,
wise words, guidance, tricks and tips,
all the things you ever shared,
things that let you know he cared.
In the corner, over there,
full of memories, Grandad’s chair.
sitting empty, Grandad’s chair.
Or, at least, it seems to be
until you look and start to see
memories fly out at you:
The time he helped you tie your shoe,
travelling by bus and train,
woodland walks through wind and rain,
fairground rides and fish and chips,
wise words, guidance, tricks and tips,
all the things you ever shared,
things that let you know he cared.
In the corner, over there,
full of memories, Grandad’s chair.
This poem is copyright (©) Fi Calvert 2024
About the Writer
Fi Calvert
Fi is a primary school teacher by day and a poet by night. She had two poems commended in the YorkMix Poems for Children Competition 2021 and has had a poem about a tardigrade published in The Caterpillar. She loves to write poetry for children in the hope they might relate, laugh or both. Her favourite poems to write are inspired by funny or grumpy things her children say.
