Belly like a trampoline
While I get to see them as I take my daily exercise, we are, quite correctly, socially distanced.
We have perfected “virtual hugs” and can’t wait until those become real hugs.
They have all been schooled at home during the lockdown and the youngest one, Samuel, was tasked with writing a poem. He chose to write it about me.
His poem is simply titled Grandad;
He is as old as the battle of Hastings
With creaky knees like a rusty gate
As bald as a Hippo
With a belly like a trampoline
He is a master of chess
And drinks red wine like water
He is my fishing hero
As wise as a wizard
He’s so tall he can touch the sky
He plays football like an antique Ronaldo
– Samuel Hill age 8
His mother describes the poem as a blend of compliment and insult! I tend to take a compliment wherever I can find one these days.
The only line I disagree with is the “belly like a trampoline”; with regular daily exercise that is no longer the case!!
As to my footballing skills; it’s clear I still have them although I would have preferred to being referred to as an “antique Ricky Lambert” but I will take the Ronaldo reference.
I can’t wait to get back to football coaching but I suspect we are some months away from that.
We shall then see how the creaky knees perform!