The tears followed laughter,
The memories of seeing you snaffle
Walnut whips by the fire
In the green comfy chair,

A sneaky spoonful of brandy butter
Minutes after declaring your shock
That you’d put on weight again somehow,

Stories of ballerina horses,
Gravy browning Zulus
And Ian Rush’s love
Of your steak and ale pie,

The black and white photos
Of you holding me
When I was a baby,
My tiny mouth smiling
And gurgling joy,

Your embroidery
And lilac coat hangers,

Your huge warm cuddles
And the comforting scent of talc,

The TV on full blast,
The Emmerdale theme tune,

The soft glow of your eyes
Lost in a novel,

A love that now sleeps
Deep in the clouds.

6 Responses to “Gran”

  1. sweet tribe to your grandparents.

    you are a worthy offspring to your family.

    Happy poetry picnic.

  2. Beautiful poem, written tenderly. I love it.

    Here is my entry

  3. elegant sentiments, very aptly done.

  4. How are you today?

    Happy end of November!

    Appreciated your support to our poetry picnic,

    Hope to see you share today,

    A random poem or old poem will do the wonders too.

    Your talent rocks.

    Hope to see you in.


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