My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She had no equal,
And bore no comparison.
She was my Nan.
She is my Nan and will be forever more.
My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She liked to frog-march unsuspecting grandchildren,
Through the streets of Bulwell at break-neck speeds.
She had to get to the Co-Op,
She had to get there yesterday.
My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She was the master of the Bread Pudding,
Served by the slab on a Saturday morning.
She always made you feel welcome.
She always made her house our home.
My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She rescued us from Grandad,
And his Santa catching plans.
She was always fair but firm.
She was always on our side.
My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She watched us as we grew,
With a quiet sense of pride.
She never had an angry word.
She never took someone’s side.
My Nan was a kind, caring and loving person.
She had no equal,
And bore no comparison.
She was my Nan.
She is my Nan and will be forever more.
Hilda Breedon (6 Dec 1921 - 11 Nov 2016)
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