"Grandma's House" - Original Poetry By Me - For My Nan x 1909-1994

Following the steps to Grandma's house,

It's 1994,

I go on in and kiss your cheek,

And gently close the door.

Little trinkets everywhere,

Reminders of your life,

I felt the love within those walls,

Your loss cuts like a knife.

"Do you want a cup of tea, boy?"

You repeated over again,

"You asked me that a minute ago Nan"

"Oh silly me! I'm going insane"

We'd sit and talk so endlessly,

I'd tell you how I'd feel,

You'd listen and give your wise old words,

I remember those days still.

Your memory was unravelling,

You'd forget things more and more,

But still I'd sit and talk to you,

You'd tell stories from the war.

One day we came to see you,

And your mind was oh so far,

Mum said to you "Who am I Mum?"

"I don't know who you are"

This disease is such a wicked one,

It shatters memories like a tile,

But always I'll remember,

Your life, your love, your smile.

© 11/2008