Our Loretta
Oh how I miss her my big sister who always looked after me she’d pick me up dry my tears and bandage the cuts on my knee
on my first day at school she took me there and held my hand all the way, though only seven she settled me in and stayed with me all day
she instinctively knew the right thing to do if ever I got in a muddle ,at the blink of an eye she’d be there at my side if she sensed I may be in trouble.
We’d sing in clubs and dance till dawn then decorate the lounge, fit the carpet serve the shop and do a paper round
Times were hard but we had each other that was all that mattered to us , we’d knuckle down, do what had to be done and never make a fuss.
She could read your palm and tea leaves too , everyone asked her to do it . She’d tell you as much as you needed to know then say “that’s all there is to
it”
My lovely Loretta I’ll never forget her there was no one quite like she. And oh how I miss her, best friend and big sister but more like a mother to me...
RIP
XXX
Gloria Doyle
23/01/2021
