A poem for my Grandmother.
Added by Chelsea Pritchard
- You were known to most as the lady with the red lips,
- And the home baked cakes that were a lifetime on the hips
- Gone are the days of your lemon meringue pie
- That fact alone is enough to make us cry
- “Go and see your Nan for an hour” my mum used to say
- “Alright but she’ll only send me the chippy for peas and pudding in a tray”
- Don’t throw that away where your famous words
- Leave it on the side, I’ll save it for the birds
- At your flat on masseycroft upon opening your door
- Those birds would be tweeting away, stuff falling on the floor
- “What’ve you dropped!”You used to shout
- “Just stuff from the charity shops nan, no doubt!”
- We’d walk in the front room, searching for a chair
- You’d say, “Sit down love! We’d say, “where!”
- “Just move those fake flowers, there’s a stool to sit on”
- “Oh while you’re there pass me that gaviscon!”
- “Oh, What you called!” Answering the phone you’d say
- “It’s me nan your granddaughter born the day before your birthday!”
- Remember “the male looking in the mirror” and “don’t forget me papers”
- Yes Nan don’t worry, where should I put them? The neighbours?
- But besides all the clutter and the pots and the pans
- When you had lippy on your cheek people knew you’d been to nans
- We loved you then like we love you still
- Even when we had to walk up that steep hill
- We had many a laugh and cry on your last Saturday
- Singing and dancing, partying along with Doris Day
- Tabitha, Taloula, Tamara and Tuxedo
- You loved your furry little family of four
- But even though you’re gone
- Your memories will live on
- In the name of father and of the son
- (And of the Holy Spirit)
- Amen
