Grandfatherslove teasdale as48
Grandfather's Love by Sarah Teasdale, read for libraryvox.org by AmazingSpace48. They said he sent his love to me. They wouldn't put it in my hand. And when I asked them where it was, they said I couldn't understand. I thought they must have hidden it. I hunted for it all the day. And when I told them so at night, they smiled and turned their heads away. They say that love is something kind that I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else. I like his cough drops twice as much. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
