Hello my lovely bloggy friends,
It’s the 19th of March, it would have been my Nanny’s Birthday today.
I have been feeling down, really down and I would SO love to pop to my Nan’s for Egg and Beans on toast.
Sit with her in the kitchen while she does her word search or her out work…Oh how hard she worked.
She got me because we were SO alike. I would be stuck to my Nanny, right up her back.
It’s a wonder I kept my eye balls with all her knitting and me constantly jumping on her.
She died on March 16th 2005, Just a few months after my Mom.
They were both very special ladies.
My Mom made this world make sense.
My Nan made me make sense.
This is a poem I wrote last July, as I have already said in my earlier post.
I’m a bit stuck for words.
I was always welcome
Even when I just turned up
She would cook me bacon
Do a word search
And we’d have a cup of tea
She smelt of hairspray and Oil of Olay
With her face powder and lipstick
She never missed a trick
And even though
Others found her hard going
I always left knowing
She loved me
She never said it
But I knew
And as I grew into a women
I was still her special girl
Her first grand-daughter
I miss sitting in her chair
Playing with her hairpiece
Making apple pies
I miss her smiling eyes
And her knitting
I miss her asking
“Egg on one, beans on the other?”
Me and my Brother
Staying over after Bingo
I miss the dresses she would make
And the time that she would take
To show me
What was hard to do
Because she knew
I was special
I miss my Nan