A poem for our grandboys…

I found a bag that I hadn’t used for some time and I found a notebook in there which I must have taken to Wellington when I visited my son, his wife and their three beautiful boys. It inspired me to write this poem. I thought I would share it with you, as I haven’t shared any of my poems for a while. We have christened them our ‘grandboys’.

A poem for my grandboys

Here's the tale of the brothers three
Who sat upon this Nanna's knee

Oscar was the first born son
So full of life and full of fun

A lightning bolt cut in his hair
While sitting in the barber's chair

Bakuban and transformers too
He'd play with them, to name a few

Then came Lachy with golden curls
The envy of many little girls

Paw Patrol and Duplo blocks
And crazy running in his socks

With brother Oscar running round
The brothers two are often found

Then came Harry to join those two
A band of three now as they grew

With eyes of blue and hair so fair
He'd follow brothers everywhere

It's hard to be the youngest one
Big brothers leave him out of fun

But one thing that this Nanna knows
They'll all get closer as he grows

For Oscar, Lachy and Harry too
The three will be the Richmond crew