The Forgotten School: A tribute to grandma
Tucked away deep inside
a faded album...
the frail, wrinkled face
with a toothless smile beckoned.
Here we go...
bouncing up, bouncing down.
Up, down...up, down.
Listen to the sing-song voice
of a silver-haired
rocking horse.
Laughter abounds.
Holding hands and balancing,
the little cherub goes swinging
again and again.
Repetition is just a game.
A wibbly-wobbly seat
plus loads of shaking fun.
No tears, no homework
for flailing arms and legs.
Rewards aplenty...
More vigorous bouncing
amidst guffaws, giggles, wriggles.
Set in a feel-good institution
that's cheery, funny, quirky
innovative, wise, cuddlesome.
You've been there.
So have I.
An age old favourite...
Also grandma's pet peeve,
her sorely tried and tested knee
has many a tale to tell!