Recollecting Small Granny

by

Judith Miller

"Small Granny" we called you -
you were far from tall,
But this wasn't the measure
of your heart at all.
You filled up your house
with some strange waifs and strays,
As you helped out those lost
in life's intricate maze.

They say you bounced back
like a big rubber ball,
When life came and threw you
against a rough wall.
And faithfully each week
for charity you'd stand,
Shaking that yellow square
box in your hand.

Perhaps we remember
your humour the most,
(In your generous deep cleavage
our pennies we'd post!)
For on your death-bed you'd still
time for a joke -
And here are the last words
I recall you spoke.

The lymphoma had made
your tummy distend,
"Perhaps I am pregnant!"
you said, in the end.
Now with nine healthy children
and seventy-two years
Was it the joke or your death
that reduced us to tears?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at In This Day and Age
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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