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
Copyright © Sandra Riley | Year Posted 2017
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