“Will you come to my home and have a cup of
Said William to his Granddad as he sat upon his knee.
He put his little hand upon the tired brow.
“Please come Granddad. It's time to play now.”
He took him by the hand and led him to the door,
Pointed to the table and the cushions on the floor.
Then picking up a cup that was only in his head.
“We'll have this cup of tea Granddad and then we'll go to bed.”
He sat beside the tired man and pointed to the couch.
“It's time for bed now Granddad, so don't be such a grouch.”
William snored and wriggled, suddenly shrieking with delight.
“It's almost morning Granddad. Look outside it's nearly light.”
“I can't wake up.” said the tired man. “I need my sleep and rest.”
And William thought for a moment, ‘cause that's what he does best.
Granddad watched with wonder, what goes on inside his brain.
“Oh. After we've had tea Granddad, we'll go and find the train.”
So they sat at the table for imaginary tea,
Granddad, William, the sun and me.
The game they played was in his mind and carefully thought out.
His tiny world was special of that there is no doubt.
© Margaret A. Coley
Searching For Soft Voices