We had so much fun, didn't we nan !
You were my bestest friend.
Getting up to mischief, any problem we could mend.
Rolling on the floor with laughter, tears streaming down our face.
How lucky was I, that you were mine, we had no time to waste.
Caravanning holidays, a great time by the sea.
Paddling, building castles, you, mum and me.
I still love sweetcorn relish, you put in cheese sarnies for our tea. I wish I knew back then there is no eternity.
Then as I grew older, I could see that you did too
That didn't change our friendship, but I was scared of loosing you.
On that night you had to leave, in my sleep you visited me.
Your face so bright and close to mine. You were smiling.
Thankyou, for such a great time !
Maram grass dewed.
An adda takes a chance,
And, drinks from the dewed Maram,
Ere the sun dried it.
Now full of pep was awa.
Saw, I was astounded!
Or did I just imagine?
Our deed done, clock says home.
Otto called, "We are late, come on"!
"Nan will be worried"!
"Ata", I screamed, then ran!
Home, nan greeted us
with some pop fruit flavoured.
Mmm, fresh apple cider.
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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Absentmindedly, Jackie wrote her name
thereupon, watching as dust motes floated
upwards, caught in sunset's evening rays
Brushing away a tear, she turned around
surveying, Nan's neglected room
provoked, a vague feeling of emptiness
Psychically, Jackie, quite distinctly heard
"The war years seemed like only yesterday"
It was her Nan's voice. Jackie gasped aloud
"Nan, is that you"? "I'm sure it was your voice"
Materialising in the doorway
Was, the slight figure of her darling Nan
Dressed for bed carrying a lit candle
Aghast, Jackie stood rooted to the spot
The candle sputtered, spent and all was dark
She’s always very clean and neat
With chocolate, sweets and other treats
When mummy says no, nanny wins
Like when we want to do baking
Peek-a-boo to nursery rhymes
Mischief making, pull faces times
Lots of games and lots of laughter
Silly times like when nan’s dafter
At the park on swings and slides
When it rains build tents and hide
We like to colour and do dot-to-dots
Remember banging spoons on pots
Nan could really not be sweeter
Playing games she let me beat her
She’d pick me up and hold me high
And if I fell, she’d wipe my eye
Finger prints on walls and glass
She’d potty train, help wipe our * (bottom)
It’s did not matter, we’ve no doubt
Making memories it’s about
Five years ago today my Nan should've been 90
But instead i sat with her while she died in her nighty
The silence in the room was all that was left
But i understand the special time i spent with her,as she drew her last breath
Her soul had gone but her body still lay
I would do anything to get, just one more day
She was kind and loving and taught me well
Its times like this i suppose i shouldn't dwell
If only i had known what was to come
I'd have give her my life and had more fun
She may have been old but age is but a number
She was a gran, a sister and a beautiful mother
I have her picture hanging pride of place
For many years she will be in that favourite place
Many happy returns wherever you are
Im sure youre looking down at me from your special star
When i see a robin i think of you
The stories you told me were beautiful too
You sang me to sleep when i was so so small
And i thank you for showing how to stand tall
We had great times and shared so much
I will never forget your loving touch
NAN FAN
The hand-held fan
Being held by Nan,
Was vigorously fluttering
As fast as she can,
The heat was as hot
As a frying pan,
Being over a hundred,
Just like Nan.
Walks with her shopping bag on her arm,
A big heavy light leather bag,
Her Mary Poppins bag,
She wants her milk,
The green topped one for her tea,
She doesn’t like the other one,
Something nice,
Some of that chocolate as well,
See if they’ve got that stuff
That stuff in the packet was nice,
I don’t like that “whats it called”
It had a funny taste,
She turns into her shop – it’s the best shop here,
The opening door bell ding-a-ding-dongs at her,
I hope they’ve got her stuff.
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her poems are well read
Mine are masterpieces (only in my head)
So you see I can't do what she can.
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her sense of humor is godsent
Mine would be too if it wasn't absent
So you see I can't do what she can.
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her sense of humour is very fine
I wrack my brains can't find mine
So you see I can't do what she can
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
You say we are poles apart?
But we looked so similar at the start
Shortened my name to Nan so I can, like Jan.
26th APRIL 2015
Little Nan in kindergarten
Has learned to say, “I beg your pardon”,
“Excuse me”, “thank you” and “if you please”,
And other phrases such as these.
When home she hugs her little brother
And is a helper for her mother.
She is so sweet that it is cloying
And others find her quite annoying.
I miss you Nan, everyday, and my life it seems so hard
without you by my side Nan, I don't know where to start
I thought about you yesterday, today and last week too
I think about you everyday and i don't know what to do
I wish it would get easier Nan, since you told me to forget
but it's too hard to forget you Nan, and your suffering I can't accept
I know you wouldn't want this Nan, and I'm sorry I cant move on
But your smile, your laugh, your swearing Nan, I cant believe that it's gone
It hit me again this evening Nan, that your not here no more
I wish I could see you one last time, when i knock on your front door
There's a great big hole in the family Nan, and so many broken hearts
And I feel very selfish Nan because I'm falling apart
I hope that you are happy, I hope that your smiling too
and until the day we meet again, know Nan that I love you x
A single cell gone wild
cancer sucking the flesh from your bones
your still chest, my broken heart
hope lost on that still night
weakened and weary my future looks bleak
crushed by the weight of what will never be.
god bless her
my old nan,
she's blind as a bat
and 91,
she has a dog called
winni the wisp,
he's got no teeth
and barks with a lisp,
they both cant see me
when i'm there,
my nan the dog they
have no hair,
hey nan i'm going
to make us some tea,
she passed the remote
for the tv,
no nan i'm making a brew,
a nice cup of tea
for me and you.
she's sat there talking
to the settee,
laughing and joking
while i make the tea.
the dog is barking
at the floor,
he thinks he's sat
at the front door.
whats wrong with
the dog nan,
he's looking sad,
dont worry dear he's
going mad.
what with nan
and winni the same,
both barking mad
and totally insane,
i'm going home nan
its time to go,
as she struggles
to reach the floor.
from the settee
to the door,
its about 9foot 4,
ive been waiting
an hour she aint
reached the door.
the dogs gone in
the opposite way,
looking for nan
what can i say,
god bless them both
i'm on my way.
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