They said he sent his love to me, <br />They wouldn't put it in my hand, <br />And when I asked them where it was <br />They said I couldn't understand. <br /> <br />I thought they must have hidden it, <br />I hunted for it all the day, <br />And when I told them so at night <br />They smiled and turned their heads away. <br /> <br />They say that love is something kind, <br />That I can never see or touch. <br />I wish he'd sent me something else, <br />I like his cough-drops twice as much.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandfather-s-love/
