She said don’t say thank you

Just get in

She always went into bat for me

She always believed in me

With the exception of joining the circus and getting a motorbike

She’s the kind of grandmother thats not afraid to tell you to fuck off

She’ll let you put up her christmas decorations

But if you’re doing it whilst wearing ripped denim,

shell make you take them off so she can repair themwhile you continue decorating in your underwear,

Which makes sense because she’s never been one to shy away from everyday nudist activities

She’s the kind of grandmother that’ll tell you roundabouts are for other people

She’s the kind of grandmother that will be there at the drop of a hat

As long as she’s dressed- if she’s not- don’t drop the hat for 1.5 hours, and she’ll be there when you drop it

She’ll look into the soul of you

and give you that sweet milk tea

And him?

He’s forged of Iron bark, sandstone and steel

A one man army

And a heart filled with honey

Sometimes in the light you can see behind his eyes

A small band of wild monkeys that invite you to dance

He’s the kind of grandfather that makes you want to make him laugh

Because there is none much a sound like ed’s laugh

He’s the kind of grandfather that will take on monstrous projects that would make other men run

And she’s the kind of grandmother that would be by his side

And him hers

They are they staying kind

The growing kind

When she cooks for you

She’ll show you what love tastes like

When he says goodbye to you,

when he holds your arms and looks you in the eye

he’ll show you what love feels like

When you hear them together

They’ll show you what love sounds like

When they love you

They’ll show you what love feels like

Like sweet milk and honey