Fandangos Friday Flashback: Grandfather

And as he sat
I saw the wrinkles on his face
And breathed in both silence
And tobacco smoke
He hardly ever spoke
But his presence was amicable
The fire roared in the grate
And he was content
After his day’s labours
It was a bewitching time
Apples appeared
Picked from the trees in the orchard
Grandma handed bits round
Ready peeled by her own hand
We threw the peel behind us
Over our shoulders
To see what letter it formed
No one knew what the old man was thinking
I never really knew him
Until one day
He felt in his pockets
Coins fell out
He gave them all to me
And I knew
He cared

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