A poem in free verse A knock in three,I rise for thee,but, barely see, through the cigarettes,which went down for breakfast, two more worries at the door;I’ve been dreading this day,the Grandchildren come to play, One more second of peace before… Shrieking! uninvited joy,through the musty corridors,and into the high walled garden,the plants suffer,where attentionsContinue reading “Grumps”