How my Grandad got away with kidnap?
The man who kidnapped my Nan was good at knots.
And so was his boat so swift.
The Man who kidnapped my Nan was always going to win.
Just as long as my Nan let him.
The man who kidnapped my Nan treated her like a princess.
Because my Nan was a princess.
And she often helped him to hoist sail, and then wrapped in love she would stand by him.
With my Nan’s arms wrapped around his loving shoulders, my Grandad steered them through the night and as they met the day together.
With love and with twin happy hearts sharing the same beat.
You could say that.
My Nan was lucky in love and my Grandad was good at kidnapping.
Very good repeated my Nan x
pauliepaul
