The Last of Lines
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put a grumpy face toward me as I run away in haste. I stand there by…
Lest we forget Grandad’s dog, and other stories
I remember the feel of his fur, and can almost remember his smell. Standing next to him was amazing. He once stood up with me on his back. Grandma came racing over and took me off him, telling me Rex…