When I picked these two little faeries to keep my blog warm, it didn't occur to me that they were very Gran'mummie! I just loved them and they reminded me of home. But my mum is right - they are very Gran'mum. And just so you can get a tiny picture of what she was like...
My Gran'mummie
This woman I called Gran'mum
I can’t remember quite enough
But I do recall her cool and calm
And with Gran'dad, strong and tough
I remember big white sunnies
Thin sandwiches without a crust
Cold beer and hidden lollies
Sure signs of one to trust
I remember how she taught me
To love faeries through and through
And pixies, gnomes and elves
And perhaps a troll or two
A bush of bright white daisies
Brings her gardens to my mind
She was a sculptor of the landscape
A greener thumb you’d never find
I can’t forget her music skills
The pianola and kazoo
And if she had a pair of spoons
Well, she’d play them fiercely too
Her skin was well loved by the sun
And all us grandkids too
Just one more hug from those brown arms
I’d do anything for two
And now I’ve realised I recall
More of my Gran'mum than I thought
It just took a little searching
To find the memories that I sought
She was so much more than memories
Made by someone once so young
But for me they are the snapshots
That made her my Gran'mum!
That made her my Gran'mum!
