My Granny and Me
She was delicate and dainty,
quite frail with age and shrunken;
I knew that she could not live long,
my grandma, Essie Duncan.
Propped on pillows pink and lacy
as she wheezed and coughed and spluttered,
'I'll be glad when all that's finished,'
in a muffled voice Gran uttered.
'Now come closer dear,' she whispered,
'I can't speak too loud, you see,
poor Janie there is failing
and she's half as old as me.'
I held her hand quite firmly
to let her know I loved her so,
her breathing very laboured
so I was fearful she might go.
'Don't be frightened, lovely grandchild;
there's nothing coming that I fear.
I am happy to be going,
please don't cry, no, not one tear.
There are people waiting for me...
I can see your dear old Pop,
as he looked the day I met him
working in the florist shop.
There are others too who miss me
and I'll join them there tonight.
My guardian angel's smiling
standing there on Jesus' right.
You have been to me a blessing
but I'm very tired my dear,
I have no wish to fight it
and can't wait another year.'
These, her last words spoken,
as she took her final leave
her last breath, barely audible;
it will be hard now not to grieve.
But I'll try to keep her wishes,
keep that smile upon my face
that smile I know she treasured,
and of a tear...no trace.
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