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 park
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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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
Ha, you can beat an egg .. but you just can’t beat a good Nana can ya 😎💛👍x
Lovely write,thanks for sharing. Cheers.
Thankyou x
The last four lines, I think, tell the reader that it doesn’t matter “the things”,
big or small. What is left in the end
is the energy, the essence of the
departed one. I feel them, and to me, they still live in my heart. Hugs, B
I never had the privilege to know either of my Nana's this is so lovely. 🌹