darren thomas
Nan
Nan
'Will you pull a cracker?'
In my unseeing mind I turn
to see the face of over 80 yuletide seasons.
Teeth now stained with port wine,
above which dangles a faint moustache
of Irish stout.
Hair thinning, taking leave
before every smile
and those ears of
a thousand costume diamantes
reluctant to hear beyond the distance
of her loving arms.
Inside the lady, burned a
fire of irony with flames of resignation.
Waiting to turn her corner
and then she went.
Leaving all her life inside
a miniature pack of playing cards
and a ‘joke’ that still brings a tear.
'Will you pull a cracker?'
In my unseeing mind I turn
to see the face of over 80 yuletide seasons.
Teeth now stained with port wine,
above which dangles a faint moustache
of Irish stout.
Hair thinning, taking leave
before every smile
and those ears of
a thousand costume diamantes
reluctant to hear beyond the distance
of her loving arms.
Inside the lady, burned a
fire of irony with flames of resignation.
Waiting to turn her corner
and then she went.
Leaving all her life inside
a miniature pack of playing cards
and a ‘joke’ that still brings a tear.
Wed, 29 Aug 2007 12:03 pm
Nice one Darren
allow me the luxury of an old chestnut
It was in that Celebrity Big Brother
That all the furore began
But ever since Jade called Shilpa, "Poppadom"
I've stopped calling my grandma, "Nan".
allow me the luxury of an old chestnut
It was in that Celebrity Big Brother
That all the furore began
But ever since Jade called Shilpa, "Poppadom"
I've stopped calling my grandma, "Nan".
Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:33 pm
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Good one Dave - it reminds me I must stop calling Mr Crompton Pitta!
Wed, 29 Aug 2007 03:21 pm
'Teeth now stained with port wine,
above which dangles a faint moustache
of Irish stout.'
I like this image. Quite scary actually, yet comic and loving, showing her homely vices.
above which dangles a faint moustache
of Irish stout.'
I like this image. Quite scary actually, yet comic and loving, showing her homely vices.
Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:38 pm