When Grandad Lost his Memory

Grandad’s lost his memory; we’ve looked for it for ages.

Is it hidden in a book, stuck between the pages?

Perhaps behind the sofa, or underneath a chair?

We have to get it back you see; he doesn’t have one spare.

Did the dog devour it? Or is it on the street?

Maybe Grandad dropped it, and it’s right by someone’s feet.

Did he chuck it by mistake, is it in the bin?

How can we not see it, when it’s got his whole life in?

Is it in Lost Property, stacked up on a shelf?

Grandad’s sad without it; no, he’s really not himself.

I think I’ll write a notice: MEMORY GONE MISSING.

NEEDED VERY URGENTLY FOR GRANDAD’S REMINISCING.

If you see it anywhere, could you please just phone?

As now his memory is gone, our Grandad’s so alone.

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5 Responses to “When Grandad Lost his Memory”

  1. Very poignant but also with a little bit of humour, I like it 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on The Wizarding Files and commented:
    I don’t think I have found it yet… You see I am still too busy searching for MY grandfather’s memory 🙂

  3. 😊😊

  4. Made me smile, but the ending is sad.

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