Granny Flats Cushion...

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Granny Flats…

 

My granny lived in a block of flats

three storey’s high,

I can picture it right now

and I don’t even need to try.

 

Frangipanis in my hand

teddy in the other,

Slowly up the many stairs

walking with my mother.

 

I’m staying with my granny

time that I now miss the most,

Her flat with many windows

overlooking the city to the coast.

 

I would hug her tight and breathe her in

and smell that granny smell,

There’s nothing that replaces it

a tear rolls, it’s just as well.

 

Hand in hand through the park

and down to Darby Street,

Past our favorite bench

where we would sit and rest our feet.

 

Talking to the grocer

memories of a time now past,

When bread was bread and milk was milk

and fruit and veg would last.

Heading back with bags now full

much slower than before,

Spending time together

always meant so much more.

 

Now days grow old as we do

and noon turns into night,

Till there is no city below us

just a sea of starry light.

 

Teddy in hand and snuggled down

between blanket and blue sheets,

The soft warmth of comfort

puts me straight to sleep.

 

My granny lived in a block of flats

Three storey’s high,

She would see me from her window

as wave to me goodbye.

 

Done