My Nanna

My nanna Looking at my nanna sitting in her chair Tweezers in her hand plucking her chin of hairs Putting on her rouge and lipstick a bit over the edge Shouting at her friend are you ready over the spring hedge Off to town they go Paying all their bills Once a month she leaves her house and that is all my friends My nanna the women that saved my soul, the woman I loved so dear The meals laid upon the table heaven forbid if you were not there And in the morn of Sundays come you would here her sound Get out of bed its five in the morn your sheets I need to wash and air My eyes full of ducks poop yawning form my mouth Hurry nanna its freezing cold, hurry warm the house On Sunday night its bath time and our hair must be dried Don’t want you catching cold so she rubbed it till it shined And if we got in trouble and we hurt our nana’s needs On the lawn we would have to sit and dig up all the weeds But all good things must leave this earth and nanna had to go I miss her smile and warmth and touch but this I do know She will always be with me and never leave my side And it’s thanks to my nanna that I have survived