Granddad Memories Poem

Granddad

I have only four memories of you left:

Teasing your whispy white hair into improbable shapes,

Waking you in your duck-patterned sleeping bag with my hugs,

The taste of Frosted Flakes,

and the feeling that you liked me.

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