Grandfather's Love

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.