“Will you come to my home and have a cup of
tea.”
Said William to his Granddad as he sat upon
his knee.
He put his little hand upon the tired brow.
“Please come Granddad. It's time to play now.”
He took him by the hand and led him to the
door,
Pointed to the table and the cushions on the
floor.
Then picking up a cup that was only in his
head.
“We'll have this cup of tea Granddad and then
we'll go to bed.”
He sat beside the tired man and pointed to
the couch.
“It's time for bed now Granddad, so don't
be such a grouch.”
William snored and wriggled, suddenly shrieking
with delight.
“It's almost morning Granddad. Look outside
it's nearly light.”
“I can't wake up.” said the tired man. “I
need my sleep and rest.”
And William thought for a moment, ‘cause that's
what he does best.
Granddad watched with wonder, what goes on
inside his brain.
“Oh. After we've had tea Granddad, we'll go
and find the train.”
So they sat at the table for imaginary tea,
Granddad, William, the sun and me.
The game they played was in his mind and carefully
thought out.
His tiny world was special of that there is
no doubt.
© Margaret A. Coley
Published
Searching For Soft Voices
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