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| Granny - 2/3/2017 |
(I began to write this one week after she passed in January 2021 and added some new bits)
Dear Granny,
I took you for granted for so many years
I thought you were one of those people who would be here forever
you were MY granny but I forgot you had a million grandchildren and great grandchildren who you belonged too to
your seat beside the stove
every Sunday you'd make your buns and I'd pick the raisins out
and every week I'd beg you to make me some without the raisins
every Sunday you would ask me if I wanted a cup of tea to make me feel included - even though you knew I never drank it, not even once
your house was a Sunday ritual for as long as I can remember
as we got older the house got a little but quieter. People stopped visiting - but the buns were always made
the house always had dogs - bruno, (not forgetting benji) and rocky the terror that ruined us all throwing that ball for hours
I finally got to visit your grave when I made it back to Ireland and stepping in the house you still are alive everywhere - the flowers, your chair
noels doing good so is the cat you named puss puss and noel has a dog now
the orchid I got you is somehow still alive after all these years - mum waters it all the time
me, mum and pauline had a good cry when we all got together and I took some of your scarves from your room. they still haven't gotten around to emptying it just yet
I'll never take for granted how lucky I was that I get to call you MY granny,
I'll miss you forever
I hope you'll still be saying a prayer for me up there
I hope I'll make you proud
x
