Poem: THOUGHTS - At My Grandfather's Funeral

Granddad knew how to dance to jazz music. And he knew how to steal the show – when he was in the mood. One Christmas – we were all there – the family, and we were playing Glenn Miller. (I had bought it for my mum). And we were all dancing – well mum and me were; well mum was – and I was, kinda. And then Granddad arrived – and he actually entered the roo…