As Christmas approached and gifts had to be bought,
I have struggled with what to buy you…
I wanted a change from real ale and so thought
You may want a change from that too
Or not.
The year had thrown up some surprises for me,
Names and places new to my ears.
I learnt so much more ‘bout our great family
Going back o’er one hundred years
We’re Welsh!
For no matter what tales they all have to share,
The distance created a void.
Better to hear from someone who was there,
(So long as you don’t get annoyed)…
As if.
So read through the questions (they are really not bad),
And let your dry humour pervade.
This is your life as told by you, my dear dad,
So get scribbling, don’t be afraid.
Tee hee!
A small person within a small family
So little is known of its past.
However, it’s true,
That thanks largely to you
The tales that I have are quite vast.
But there’s richness within the words that you choose,
The characters that shaped your childhood
Are vivid to me,
I can practically see
Them. So write it down, if you would!
Love Lizzie
©Lisa Lee, 2012. Sleeping in Open Letters
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