Noah will you pull me to the car
I can’t walk I can’t walk that far
This my clever plan
To get Noah to take my hand
It worked a treat
Noah you’re a star!
‘Hold my hand’ I knew
Would meet a stare
A boring occupation
Anywhere
But give the boy a challenge
And I’m in
He takes my hand
My grandson and with vim
He’s only 3
And I am 75
But joining hands like this
Keeps me alive
We make it to the car
It wasn’t very far
The smile upon his face!
In this I thrive
Brian Fahy
21 September 2022
Erris Poetry 