GRANDMA TURNING OVER A LEAF THAT IS OLD

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Dec 03, 2017

My grandma frowned and said
to me,
(For I had not been good),
'Lily, I'm afraid you're not
Behaving as you should.

You've been a naughty little
girl
And it is my belief,
That it is time to mend your
ways,
Turn over a new leaf.'

Mend my ways? What did
she mean?
My sewing was quite poor.
I often used to drop my
work
And kick it round the floor.

I saw that mending ways
must wait,
The second ploy I'd choose.
I went into the garden for
There was no time to lose.

Grandma's frown was
fearsome and
It could go on all day,
So I must find a bright
new leaf
And turn it straight away.

I searched around, alas,
alack,
The leaves had all turned
gold.
They were so very beautiful,
But also very old.
I picked some up, the
colours shone,
I turned them round
with care,
And took them in to
Grandmamma,
For she was waiting
there.

'I couldn't find new
leaves,' I said,
'I've turned them, will
they do?
I think that old is 
beautiful,
I've brought them in
for you.'

As I said that my
Grandma smiled,
(It was a welcome sight).
And I was pleased
because, for once,
I had done something
right.

And now, when in my
family,
Someone's been bad
or bold
We rush into the garden,
and
Turn a leaf that's old.

I am now grown and
my memories are here,
Memories of my Grandma,
I shed a little tear.
I stand in my Grandma's
garden which is cold,
And I turn over a leaf
that is old.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON
 

 

Tags: Happy, Love, Humor,

 

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