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

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