GRANDCHILD

A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,

A child just born to this world, I have learned.

A descendent, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,

A young child so new, I heard you’re a little boy, I heard.

Not your name can I say, I don’t know you, no name given to me,

A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, sorry.

I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,

One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will haunt your land.

Keith Garrett