My Grannie

/ eyecantalk

Today we are having a Service of Thanksgiving for my Grannie. She always thought of others before herself and for my childhood always had her red suitcase packed and ready to come and help. When she arrived the relief was palpable. She and I spent many hours sat together on the sofa, long after my siblings and cousins could walk away! I’ll miss her so this post is my dedication to her using the form I know and understand best – a poem.

Grannie

With her red suitcase full of navy skirts,
Carrying a cake, cheese and treacle tart,
A comforting cuddle to heal our hurts,
Our sorrow is great as she departs.

Her green fingers worked magic on roses,
And brought new life by re-potting our plants,
Dressing up as spaceman and air hostess
At our themed parties in young childhood past.

We’d press our ears up to her bedroom door,
The radio’s on so we’d all climb in,
Read books and listen to stories of war,
Or chat whilst she sewed more scout badges in.

So how will we cope without our Grannie?
The warmth and comfort she brought to our lives,
We wrap it tightly and in our hearts carry,
For Grannie’s with Jesus but her love survives.

8 thoughts on “My Grannie”

  1. That’s beautiful, Jonathan. And she sounds a beautiful (and fun) person too, who gifted her love to you all so well. Blessings and comfort in your missing her…. x

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