Grandpa Poem

We have been exploring some poetry.  We really like poetry when it is read aloud to us so we get pictures in our minds about what the poet is trying to tell us.

Today we read the poem 'Grandpa'. 

Grandpa

Grandpa's hands are as rough as garden sacks

And as warm as pockets.

His skin is crushed paper round his eyes

Wrapping up their secrets.

Berlie Doherty

Do you like this poem?
What do you like about it?
What do you think the poet's message is? What part of the poem makes you think this?