The Young Visitor

Bell rings, door opens, no “Hallo!” or, “By your leave!”
Passing through the hallway, wipes her nose upon her sleeve,
Through the open kitchen – she quickly found the way,
To where she knows the toys are. She settles down to play.

At Two, (do we remember?), the World was great indeed,
Plenty of love and lots of food, no-one mentioned greed!
Mostly, she gets her way, and who really wants to stop her?
The ‘tenants’ in her house today, are just Nan and Poppa.

Playing, eating, drinking, then some more of each,
(What a shame the biscuits are still beyond my reach)
“What about a sleep now?” Oh!, Never! Dear me, no!
I’ve only just arrived and soon I’ll have to go.

I’m not one for wasting, the good times when they come
And now I welcome Mummy, who’s come to take me home
So, just a wave to say goodbye, (They’ll put the toys away)
“Just make sure you’re in, next time I want to play!”

George Potter (Poppa)

Published by George Potter

A retired Chartered Mechanical Engineer, still adept at getting my hands (and clothes) dirty, inventor of all sorts of non-commercial, but novel solutions, amateur carpenter and occasional writer of poems and painter in watercolours.

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