Grandpa's poems part 1

My maternal grandfather was Harold Clifford Playfair. He was funny in a crotchety-old-man way, was amazing at mental arithmetic, and liked to write poetry. He penned any number of tributes to subjects such as the Laurentian region, nature, and his family.

Here is a poem that he wrote to me on the occasion of my birth, way back when in 1965. I found this in a box in the attic and felt the need to share it. The poem is titled simply To Keith

Greetings little 'fellow me lad',

Hearty greetings and true,

All of the best things in life,

Is what we are wishing you.

Ther's a cozy home awaiting

With love and laughter and fun

And parents ready with care the best

For their darling baby son.

And a brother who will always share

The joys of each day with you,

Doing the hundreds of little things

That children find to do.

And if at times those parents of yours

Severe should try to be

Just pucker your mouth in a twisty smile

And wonders 'twill work you'll see.

So grow a little more each day,

Greeting each morn with a grin,

And you'll find, believe me, my bonny lad

'Tis a wonderful world to be in.

Thanks Grandpa!