The wake

I'am not allowed to go today.
'Abit too young'...is what they say.
A baby sitter looks after me.
Watches telly and drinks Nana's tea.
A bell rings out across the air.
I sit beneath my table lair.
Grandads gone now and i feel sad.
I'll miss his tickles and calling me lad.
Eventually a crowd appears.
A rabble of noise is all i hear.
I sit very still and wont come out.
All i see is black shoes about.
I still don't move, Nana shouts my name.
'Has anyone seen him?'.
They all answer the same.
It's then a prawn sandwhich falls with a splat.
I see it explode all over the mat.
Knees bend with a 'crack' to pick up the mess.
Two eyes have found me , its Auntie Tess.
'Mum i've found him , he's under here'.
Its Nana who grabs me then pulls me near.
She gives me a cuddle then hoists me up.
'So thats where you were you naughty pup'.
'Now be a brave boy and come join the wake'.
I don't understand but then i see cake.
Swinging my legs as i munch,i dont feel nearly as bad.
But i'll still miss his tickles and him callimg me lad.