I was told the old fashioned way, you know.

I remember my little gran telling me,

stories of how they knocked on your door

as she rhymed off the angels around my bed

and softly stroked the hair

on my aching head.

 

I remember hers arrived,

we had to pack up her whole house and she came to live with me

I was ecstatic, but i missed her four angels at each corner of the bed.

 

then she left, and never said goodbye

I asked my mium why and made her cry

I even asked her why little gran was

stood at the end of the hall

in the cold.

I sat with her once all night

it was nice, and I felt warm

snuggled in the yellow light

but, in the morning she was gone

and never said goodnight