granny

Now you are here dear daughter
I remember my granny
your great granny even more.
Summer time
her hamlet cottage
souls forged by
feathery grass fields
tree dangle caterpillars
tiptoe stream
and encyclopaedia. 

Lipstick and powder puff
exotic treasures rummaged.
Clayderman ivories on tape.
Tomatoes and peppers
Saharan heat greenhouse.
Baked treats, still warm
in secret tin consumed.


Inspired by mothers day

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