Visit to Grandma

Pulling string through the letter box,
until I find the key,
Opening the door,
Gran it's only me,
She sits in a rocking chair,
Beside a cast iron range,
Gran lives a simple life,
​​​​Many would find quite strange,
gran is kind honest and true,
Come sit with me
I'll make us both a brew,
The kettle filled with water,
Is boiled upon the fire,
Grans stockings dangle,
​​​​​​Below the mantle shelf,
Her home furnished with love,
For gran wasn't ,
Born into wealth,
A proggie may she made,
Lies proud beneath the hearth,
Grans light is by candles,
Electric never used,
Mums tried to tell her,
But gran is not amused