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Flickering
She turned to me with a smile and that old spark in her eyes
‘Alexia’ she said. Clearly, in that sing-songy way she always did.
I was stunned.
It’s been years since I heard that word leave her lips.
These days, I’m a different person each time we meet.
Even though it sucks, I roll with it.
A church member, a waitress, or a complete stranger.
She has no recollection of raising ...
Saturday 2nd August 2025 9:29 am
Glandma
She is chic
She is peak
She is the way you ought to speak
For she is Glandma
She has kids who have kids
But she doesn't let that put her in the skids
She is the glamourous grandma
She is Glandma
She is rich and wealthy in knowledge
She has an enviable beautiful heritage
She doesn't care about grammar
For she is Glandma
You'll take her bins out and...
Monday 17th February 2025 10:26 am
Granny, A person with no surprise
Playing board-games and eating rice
I step onto a creaky board And see a bunch of mice, While I carry a hoard.
Yet with all the complaints and all the issues
I still hand her a tissue and watch her eyes glow with such pride
As she is still a granny Though a treasure trove to many
by Ihsan k.
Saturday 27th March 2021 8:43 pm
Remembering Mimi
You held our hands too tightly when we crossed the road.
You gave us money for ice-creams if we bought you one.
You took us out for tea and cakes when we were young.
You made fried bread or trifle for when we got home.
We talked of life and god and of our deepest fears.
You told us all the memories of your earlier years.
You didn't like the loud noise that we children made.
We had to ...
Tuesday 29th December 2020 2:09 am
Overnight Stay
Overnight Stay
“Time for bed” they said,
In a front room warmed by coal fire licks
Where the red and orange and white flames
Danced patterns on the walls of falling dusk
They push, cajole, entice you to the stairs
And do not notice terror tears welling in your eyes
Fourteen steps up the narrow stairwell
Tracing fingers on a pale wallpaper wall
Festooned with or...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 12:36 pm
Grandma, You'll Always Be Here
Tuesday 10th March 2015 1:14 pm
Grandma
How can an arch hold
the weight of a boulder,
Bowed over, not groaning?
It was the same with her shoulders.
Wednesday 21st January 2015 7:26 am
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