A poem for Dorothy.
I often wonder why Birmingham is overlooked as a holiday destination?
Sure the weather isn’t great, there’s no beach, doesn’t scream ‘relaxation.’
Though, look closer and see Brum is beautiful, it’s diverse and full of history.
The canals, the buzzing bullring, that unmatched Cadbury consistency.
The colourful gardens, the smell of Bournville cocoa & table-top Naan.
I remember the time it snowed, the
Cotswolds, and visiting a farm.
I remember,
Your flowers, so beautifully cared for,
The family home you meticulously kept.
Chocolate drawer raids,
The way the staircase creaked as we stepped.
Though distance separated us,
We loved you with all our heart.
Your hospitality, brilliance, creativity,
felt though we were apart.
Your stoicism & strength when you became unwell,
Unwavering, steadfast, with many stories to tell.
And now sadly your time has come,
We adore you - our hearts belong to Brum.
Ollie
21/02/2024
