When I sit on Dad’s Knee
and he’s finished doing
“This is the way the old men
ride…”
we sometimes do
“Say ‘Gladys’.”
I pinch his nose and say
“Say ‘Gladys’,”
Dad and John, 1960 |
and he does -
but it comes out like
‘Glodys’
or ‘Nglaris’.
or I pinch his lips together so
he can’t open them
and say
“Say ‘Gladys’,” –
‘Grydyf’
or I squeeze the sides of his
mouth together
and say
“Say ‘Gladys’,”
“Glollyth."
Best of all is when
I pinch his nose
and squash my hand across his
mouth
and say
“Say ‘Gladys’”
and his eyes start to get very
wide
and his cheeks start to puff
out
and he starts to wriggle about
until I nearly fall off his
knee
and then there’s a funny sort
of
splurgy sound from inside his
mouth
“Brrdadzziff”
and then there’s usually too
much spit around
to do it any more
and he looks a bit red
so we stop.
Grandma’s name is
Gladys
but that’s not why.
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