Thursday, 14 July 2016

A Poem For Poppa


Treasures aren't something you keep in a box. They're the
ones you hold dearest, the ones you laugh with, and the

ones you'd go to the end of the earth for.

They're not gold, or diamonds or rubies, they are far far more

valuable than that. They're people.

Treasure

'Treasure' he calls me, 
And the others too, 
Chloe, Lauren, Milly, Will, 
James and little Boo. 

His little Treasures love him, 

More than you can tell, 
And never ever have we ever, 
Heard our Poppa yell. 

But when you hear his tummy, 

Start to growl and rumble, 
He must be fed quite quickly, 
Before he starts to grumble. 

They aren't made like that, 

Like Poppa anymore, 
We always know the Grand-Pestells, 
Will have an open door. 

Treasure he calls me, 

And the others too, 
Chloe, Lauren, Milly, Will 
James and little Boo. 

But what we never told you

What Pops never knew, 
Is that all this time the real Treasure  
has always been - you.

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