Poem for my Nan - by Jason x
'Get down ya little bleeder' she used to say,
On my visits to Eastbourne on a sunny day.
She would cook you full English at six am,
And Benji boy would be causing absolute mayhem.
She would always make you welcome, in her welcoming way
Which made you comfortable and wanting to stay.
She had a furbie which made her laugh, sat by her chair,
And a cuckoo clock that would go off early and be a nightmare.
cos the walls in her bungalow were pretty thin
And occasionally you would want a lie in .
But she made up for it with fish and chips bought at the marina,
which was like a reward for coming and seeing her.
Further back at the age of 3,
I remember her cooking findus crispy pancakes for tea,
At wedgewood house in a high rise flat, I think ,
Next to the cent pub where ray liked a drink.
I also remember going to 195 in chelmsley wood,
With numerous memories - all of them good.
I loved it there as I lived there a while,
And still have the memories that make me smile.
One particular time I remember going over to see,
A new film came out and it was called ET.
I was scared and literally shit my pants,
But nan soon made me laugh as she went off on one of her rants,
Ray had come back legless and pissed as a newt,
I'm not drunk at all he would relentlessly refute .
She loved her grandchildren and not just mine,
As she talked on her visits about about them all the time.
My memories are strong of Jacob and Tia,
At her flat in Panel Croft going to see her,
To be honest I wish I could have gone more,
But I was safe in the knowledge that others would regularly knock on her door.
Nanny Margaret always would say - 'How's Tia getting on at school' or 'Jakey Pakey' today ?
In her strong northern accent which was always her way.
She's no longer here but I have the memories deep in my heart, as its time to say bye and time to part...
But I will visit you there as much as I can ,
Cos you have a part of me ...
You are always my nan.
Love Jason x
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