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:
Picture taken from Pixabay
Patricia M Osborne 
Gorgeously touching poem Patricia! Am fighting speechlessness. Thank you!
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Thank you Verse on Wine, that’s very kind.
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Beautifully written and a well deserved win 🤗
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Thank you, Angie. x
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You are very welcome
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