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Tom
by Tim Jarvis
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  Granddad Tom,
From Fulham,
From a long line of Hackney Cabbies,
Never drove one.

Grandma died,
When I was one.
Granddad lived much longer.
Got fat and old,
With hair whiter than white
And face like crumpled paper.

Loved Sunday roasts,
And fall-asleep armchairs.
Drove a Triumph Herald,
Until it passed on.

I lived with him,
When I thought I loved Sarah Urwick.
She messed up her life,
And so did I,
But Long before that,
Granddad Tom died.

I wondered where he was,
Where had he gone,
I wanted to say 'goodbye Tom',
But before I got home,
Men had come,
And taken all that remained of Granddad Tom.

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April 09, 2006
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