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
Copyright © Gail Smith | Year Posted 2011
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