Gran

Gran I’m at me Gram’s for tea tonight She’ll have the fire stoked up nice Run me a bath and make me tea She likes to fuss and look after me I walk through the door an I’m unwrapped Scarf, Hat, Gloves hands round face clasped She smells of Lavender and Mint Humbugs Through layers of wool come wonderful hugs I’m ushered into her parlour, and sat in the chair She puts more wood on the fire, and red cheeks flare We talk about my day, and Dad in the Navy Dinners ready, Pie, Mash, Peas and Gravy The doorbell rings and Mums home from work I collect all my bags and give Gran a smirk “Go on with you” she says, and gets sweets from the tin Mum opens the car door and I clamber in I love my Gran, and she loves me Can’t wait to go next week for tea