Gran's dead
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Whew!
Was a shock...
we expect things
Even foresee them
Deja vu
I do
Don't you?
Sometimes

But this can't be
Because it's Dorothy
Newlove that is
91 gone
Born Christmas Day 1913
Just before the Great War
and now
30th 12th 2004
Angelas Birthday
just after the Big Tsunami you died
Around 6 ish
and here is your watch
slowing down
Crap at keeping time
nothing to keep it going
Any more.

You mixed gelatine
with your margarine
recycled your bin bags
Always asked the children
if they had had plenty
blamed the parents
Always loved
'Our Angela' and 'Our Julian'

The children thought you were bare safe
You had lived in Africa
with monkeys and lions
Loved and married Wilf the Wizard
(they saw his photo in your flat)
"Don't talk daft" you would say
Bare safe great gran

2 summers ago I saw you on a hotel bed
in Brighton
Like a girl
giggling and curled
I was shocked
but not as much as now

No more stories of car keys and
white mischief
or fumbling in a cardy you had knitted
for a handkerchief

What a wrench
You are a bench

If we all breath in now
this cold Scarborough air
You are there
walking with Wilf
on the South Cliffs
past the Clock Tower
through the snowdrops
at Holbeck Hill still
and now your watch says its 1.15
January 13
Fambai Zvakanaka
Gran
go well x