Grandad’s Garden



Grandad’s Garden 

I turn the cone upside down,
it changes to a flower,
like the dahlias
in Grandad’s garden
where creepy earwigs
hide inside.

I paint my pinecone fiery orange,
use a green-striped straw for the stem,

wrap it in mistletoe paper,
place it under the tree
as a special present
for Mummy
on Christmas Day,

to make her smile,
cos she cries in bed, every night,
since Grandad died.


My winning poem at the BHAC Poetry Festival (Student Category)

You can read the rest of the winning poems and find out more about Brighton and Hove Arts Council from here:

BHAC Poetry Festival


Picture taken from Pixabay

5 thoughts on “Grandad’s Garden

  1. Verse On Wine June 3, 2018 / 12:18 am

    Gorgeously touching poem Patricia! Am fighting speechlessness. Thank you!


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