My Nanna was the Moon,
Not the sun because my Mum has always been the sun
But the Moon, living on her own side of the universe
Her beams lighting up a darkened room
My Nanna was; perfectly coiffed hair & an impractical heel
A voice; outspoken, ahead of her days
My Nanna was a house full of pictures of smiling faces
The wisest old hand stroking mine, saying
‘he doesn’t deserve you’
My Nanna was a ‘yooohoooo’ through the front door
& a freshly baked Bonnag.
Re-runs of Inspector Morse,
The smell of talcum powder
Teacups that always smelt like perfume
My Nanna was stories,
Some never told, some told so often I could say them in my sleep.
Her laughter,
Endless energy; ‘I’m Fine’
Then a nap on the sofa after tea
A slow foxtrot around the kitchen
A bird bath covered in tiny birds
Pink wafer biscuits on a small china plate
‘We didn’t have that in the war’
She was an opal glittering in the sunlight
A child’s fluffy duck singing Old MacDonald
My Nanna was the moon.
‘Moon River
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Some day
Oh Dream Maker
You Heart Breaker
Wherever you’re going
I’m going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Twisting round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon River & Me’
Beautiful words Beth! xx
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