Poetry : My eyes grew wider as I grew older.

When I was two

I looked for my grandmother

She came into view

and everything was fine

When I was three

I looked for my grandmother

I cried on her knee

and everything was fine

When I was four

I looked for my grandmother

Her word was law

but everything was fine

When I was ten

I looked for my grandmother

She fell on the glen

but everything was fine

When I was sixteen

I looked for my grandmother

A doctor intervened

He said everything was fine

When I was eighteen

I looked for my grandmother

But she couldn't be seen

I was told she was fine

When I was twenty-two

I looked for my grandmother

Realise she had lost a screw

Her mind was not fine

When I was twenty-four

I looked for my grandmother

She was a cerebal prosoner of war

And she didn't seem to be fine

And now it's that day

Where I look at my grandma

As the church starts to pray

And I don't feel fine