MillenniumA Poem by michelleFree verse poem in honour of Mabel - The Nan, the legend that she was.
When I grow up I want to be just like you
stood awe struck stepped-up a fragile half-foot; on the bottom-rung of the splinter-wood fence separating terraced street from towpath. Gnarled knuckled hands gripped to the knotted-wood top-rail; still not rotten after all these years stood-firm in the same weather. Trusting your limbs old friends, to take the weight of your 91 years. And your face: mouth a-gape; head flung back to nape; like a child catching rain; you stand watching the one thing you never thought you'd live to see. Amazed. As fireworks burst the night apart and light up my family; your legacy, I am grateful for your shelter. No rain today. © 2017 michelle |
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Added on December 30, 2017 Last Updated on December 30, 2017 Tags: Poem, free verse, Nan, millennium, poetry, family, nye, contemporary literature, grandparent, legacy Authormichellechester, cheshire, United KingdomAboutHi. I am a writer from the North of England who is here for all the help, feedback and advice she can possibly get! 2017 is the year that I vow to take myself more seriously as a writer and that st.. more..Writing
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