The damage was done before I arrived

Broken furniture turned to dust

The many poles that stood high

Amongs the trees and rust

We swam in waters too deep to walk

We crossed bridges and drove at night

Barbequed in the backyard in the sun

And bathed in our childish delights

Not knowing the pain that lurked inside

Even though we talked and shed many tears

The roots were way too deep to purge

Within the puzzles were made clear

They spoke in a cordial way

Showing nothing but love to us

Grandad played as Gran cooked

And showed us their meaning of trust

Picking up where he could

Putting the pieces back together

Wanting to find another way

To make things all better

Our eyes are still closed

Even though we hear the story

She never told us to hate him

So don’t fret Charlie.