Granny was a widow, Gramps died in 45,
So off she went to the USA, a greyhound she did ride,
Through wide open spaces she'd never seen the like
Till at last she came to Cali' and there she parked her bike.
She cleaned and scrubbed in a hospital ward,
Cedars of Lebanon was its name
There she met many film stars
She'd only seen on the silver screen.
She loved the states, made many friends
Went back and forth o'er the years.
When home she had a little flat
But her heart was there 'twas clear.
For company she had a cat,
Tommy Tucker was his name
He had a whole ear missing
And in one leg was quite lame.
She wrote about her travels
In a way that few could touch.
I still have most of what she wrote
From Childhood on, so much.
She left aged 87
For Australia to sail,
To spend her final years in warmth
From the Gold Coast she would hail.
There she had a boyfriend, Fred,
He was a little older.
Together they sat sit in quiet bliss,
Her head upon his shoulder.
Dear Gran I miss your cooking so,
Your gravy sat and wobbled,
Your spuds were just like cannon balls
They hit the floor and bobbled.
Comments
Memories of Grandmother
Hello, Alex,
Sounds like she was a remarkable woman, and what a great poem! A mixture of sweet and spicy memories. I really enjoyed all of this, but that last stanza could be a limerick on its own. Fond memories!
L
Granny
Hello L. she was, really remarkable, self taught and very fiesty I really should put everything together from the time in the late Victorian era when she went to work for the Frys chocolate factory in Bristol till she went down under. Alex
Good poem, lots of memories
Good poem, lots of memories come with our grand parents.