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An Important Lesson
You could see the twinkle
In my grandma's eyes
A dry deadpan smile
Gamblers best beware
A woman drunk on temperance
With a healthy fear of god
A member of the eastern star
Loyalist and proud
No surrender, no retreat
God Save the Queen
She prayed that prayer
Every night - hopping
A sense of twisted humour
Cheekiness and naughtiness
Playing pranks on yours truly
However a strict disciplinarian
Spare the rod, spoil the child
But with me, she spared the rod
I think she had suspicions
She would always ask me
How things were at home
But I wast a grass I told her
"Fine" everything was all fine
Even when it clearly was not
The crackle in my young voice
Almost giving it away
She had hands like shovels
Muscular arms like Popeye
From a life cleaning stoops
And washing dome stairs
A frugal life of going without
Not a time of credit cards
She could out arm wrestle
And out fight most men
In quiet moments of gentleness
Despite her rough old hands
Cave the perfect loving hugs
Stroking my hair calling
me her Wee Davy lad
And I fell asleep in her arms
The day she died
Was a day of reckoning
Now there would be no respite
No place of safety
Relatives and neighbours
Pawed over her things
Like rabid dogs arguing
About what was left to who?
I sat on the floor watching
I heard my voice
"Wee Davy, they are only
Things that the fright over."
So I watched them scuttling
Violence erupting often
After it was all over
I walked around her home
Only broken stuff left lying
Her and her love had been
Ripped out a house soulless
Almost unrecognizable
Then the flood of tears came
But after a few days of this
I even had that beaten out of me
But my love for my Gran remained
And remains strong to this day
A very special woman
The most important thing
She taught me was that
Most people are rats
I know what she said was true
And I have been proving her right
Ever since
In my grandma's eyes
A dry deadpan smile
Gamblers best beware
A woman drunk on temperance
With a healthy fear of god
A member of the eastern star
Loyalist and proud
No surrender, no retreat
God Save the Queen
She prayed that prayer
Every night - hopping
A sense of twisted humour
Cheekiness and naughtiness
Playing pranks on yours truly
However a strict disciplinarian
Spare the rod, spoil the child
But with me, she spared the rod
I think she had suspicions
She would always ask me
How things were at home
But I wast a grass I told her
"Fine" everything was all fine
Even when it clearly was not
The crackle in my young voice
Almost giving it away
She had hands like shovels
Muscular arms like Popeye
From a life cleaning stoops
And washing dome stairs
A frugal life of going without
Not a time of credit cards
She could out arm wrestle
And out fight most men
In quiet moments of gentleness
Despite her rough old hands
Cave the perfect loving hugs
Stroking my hair calling
me her Wee Davy lad
And I fell asleep in her arms
The day she died
Was a day of reckoning
Now there would be no respite
No place of safety
Relatives and neighbours
Pawed over her things
Like rabid dogs arguing
About what was left to who?
I sat on the floor watching
I heard my voice
"Wee Davy, they are only
Things that the fright over."
So I watched them scuttling
Violence erupting often
After it was all over
I walked around her home
Only broken stuff left lying
Her and her love had been
Ripped out a house soulless
Almost unrecognizable
Then the flood of tears came
But after a few days of this
I even had that beaten out of me
But my love for my Gran remained
And remains strong to this day
A very special woman
The most important thing
She taught me was that
Most people are rats
I know what she said was true
And I have been proving her right
Ever since
Published 13th Apr 2019
| Edited 9th May 2019
Author's Note
Due to potentially devastating news This poem if late but I have decided not to disqualify me
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Anonymous
13th Apr 2019 1:46pm
Oh my dear friend, so many tight hugs for you. Those who do not understand the true beauty only grab for what they can touch and hold in their hands. You knew where the true value lay...with her, not her things.
26th Apr 2019 11:34am
I didn't want anything left to me I just wanted her back :-(
((((((((( HUGS )))))))))
((((((((( HUGS )))))))))
13th Apr 2019 7:29pm
26th Apr 2019 11:35am
13th Apr 2019 10:15pm
That's one extra-precious memory you have there - I'm sure you'll take good care of it. Hugs. Josh.
26th Apr 2019 11:36am
she was a treasure, a gem and I loved her :-(
thoughts of her make me happy as I dwell on the good times :-))))
thoughts of her make me happy as I dwell on the good times :-))))
19th Apr 2019 4:42am
Something similar happened in my family, I was close to my Nana too, nice memories :)
26th Apr 2019 11:37am
I am glad grans were always a figure of love :-))))))))))
thank you :-))))))))))))))))))))))
thank you :-))))))))))))))))))))))
