Flesh On The Bones
For Grandad Clarke
Perhaps it is strange that you should be
the blueprint for my romantic ideal
when I’ve never seen a picture of you,
when all I have are four little words
said long ago in answer to a child’s question:
What was he like?
Tall, dark and handsome,
She made you sound so dashing,
even as a child I thought,
That will probably be my type too,
and lo and behold it is.