Writing for Fun
A Letter To My Granddaughter - Joan Bond
August 2014
Dearest Kate, my first born grandchild.
How we idolised you alter your noisy arrival. I bought your first book: 'What Katy Did Next', and boy have you lived up to it.
When I took you to the library, I turned my back and you w ere whipping the stand of books around at such a speed that a poor old chap trying to choose one was going potty.
Then when mum and I went clothes shopping you were inside all the rows of dresses and we had to crawl around to find you and yank you out. Poor granddad had to eat very grubby jam tarts they you had made by the time you rolled them over the floor.
Not that you are any better now; I have seen many a pie turned out of a tin. flip on the floor and with a quick dust put back on the plate.
You really are the sunshine of my life, though I do worry about your going to prison on a regular basis. I know you have involvements with druggies and I keep trying to get you away from them, but as you say they are your friends and you feel some affection for them.
When you went to court the last time I wanted to come with you but you said your gran holding your hand would put you down in front of the others.
The list of grand children has now grown to eight but you will always be the one I stand up for when your trials come up.
The kids obviously love you to judge by the birthday cards you receive and, although I deplore what you do, I realise someone has to be a social worker.
