I
      NEVER
      SAW
      Happy
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      never
      saw
      happy
      until
     
    

    
     
      I
      saw
      my
      Grandfather
     
    

    
     
      playing
      the
      spoons
      at
      a
      quarter
      part
      midnight
      on
     
     
      Christmas
      eve.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      He
      was
      leaning
      back
      in
      his
      chair
     
     
      his
      foot
      tapping
      to
      the
      fiddle,
     
     
      head
      tilted
      back
      and
      eyes
      shut.
     
     
      Almost
      asleep
      with
      the
      drink.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      felt
      the
      music
      build
      a
     
    

    
     
      wall
      around
      him,
      showing
      him
     
    

    
     
      some
      picture.
     
    

    
     
      For
      no
      dark
      could
      bring
      peace
      enough
     
    

    
     
      for
      such
      smile
      of
      happy,
     
    

    
     
      the
      smile
      on
      his
      face
      was
      splendour
      driven
     
     
      and
      not
      for
      us.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      seemed
      to
      be
      we
     
    

    
     
      couldn't
      move
      to
      the
      music.
     
    

    
     
      It
      was
      all
      for
      him.
      We
      stood
      rigid
     
     
      around
      the
      wall,
      watching
     
    

    
     
      him
      be
      shown.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      had
      to
      be
      her
     
    
   
   
    
     
      standing
      within
      the
      circle
     
     
      dancing
      among
      the
      notes
     
     
      moving
      his
      spoons
      and
     
     
      still
      loving
      him,
     
    

    
     
      showing
      me
      happy.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      a.
      maclaren