Fond Memories

Holding on to my Nan’s hand, we walked around the lake The snow was deep all around and there were kids tying on skates My Nan squeezed my hand and we set off to the little wooden café Smoke was spiraling out of the stove pipe stack and to my surprise we went in There was no money but my Nan told me she was buying me a treat “You always miss out on the treats when everyone is around Treats to them are sweets and you don’t like them and I understand that.” The treat she had for me alone was a cup of hot milky Horlicks and a scone A scone with no jam, and an unsugared drink. We watched the kids play We sat watching the snow fall and she told me that ten American airmen had died there Just where the children were playing, she had seen the crash happen When life got her down a bit she would walk to the lake and buy a cup of tea She had watched the oak trees that were planted as a memorial to the men grow She knew that those men would have given anything to be where she was now Short of money but with her granddaughter enjoying time together. She smiled and squeezed my hand across the table. My Nan taught me such a lot. © 7/12/2012 Entry For ‘Fond Memories’ Contest sponsored By C Cornish