Poem -
thirty steps from a park
Can never recall
Any dress that she wore
What brand she then smoked
Or of which books she'd read
Or the volume of steel grey
At home in her hair
She was nana that's all
And her house was right there
Down the road from the library
Thirty steps from a parkĀ
She was nana that's all
A home light in the dark
I've no recollection
Of perfume and such
Her house smelled of gravy and
Sausage and peas
Can't remember the paper
That coated the walls
But I remember the buttons
The bits and the bobs
in a tin
M
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And, to be honest, if that is currently your only memory, could there be a better one? These are the games that memory plays with us. All I remember of Nana's house is filing through her front room past the coffin that contained her body.Ā
I love the use of the two words "and such" because you show the reader something about the era about which you are writing rather than telling them.Ā
Hi Bernie, I remember everything about my nana...she being the single strongest influenceĀ in my life. I adored her. I suppose what I'm trying to say is when person is gone they leave behind only their essence in its purest form. All the rest is an unimportant stage set. Thankyou my friend x
Hi Marion
Totally get what you are saying about a stage set.
You are welcome my friend. x
Such a lovely nostalgic journey you just took me on Marion, bless you for that .. You also got me wondering if all Nana's Grandma's & Nannies lived similarly .. I know mine did and have almost identical recollections .. x
I'm so glad you had the same brand of nana as me Nev, we were both extremely blessed. I strive to be the same kind of nana to mine...tough steps to follow in. Thankyou my friend x
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Ha, you can beat an egg .. but you just canāt beat a good Nana can ya šššx
Lovely write,thanks for sharing. Cheers.Ā
Thankyou x
The last four lines, I think, tell the reader that it doesnāt matter āthe thingsā,
big or small. What is left in the endĀ
is the energy, the essence of the Ā
departed one. I feel them, and to me, they still live in my heart. Hugs, Ā B
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I never had the privilege to know either of my Nana's this is so lovely. š¹Ā