My Gran'mummie

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!