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I know this old lady with white hair. Her eyes still sharp and skin still fair. She tells me stories from the early years. As I listen with open ears. You see the experience in her eyes.
Make the best of life, 'Cause it goes so fast. It speeds on past. Treasure your memories, And the ones you hold dear, So always keep them near.
I've been thinking about life recently, It's brushed by in a haze, I keep remembering all the happy times, Each year a different faze.
My mother was so lovely Looked after us so well Read stories by the firelight Toasting fork to hand Always there to tuck us in And sing a lullaby All cosy warm and cosseted Made special By my...
#household Down the corridors Of my used-to-be home All has burned All the mem'ries come Where we used to play Barbies and tic-tac-toe Telling little secrets Nobody'll ever know Our...
84 years young you'd have been. And I sit imagining all the things you'd have seen. I remember the last birthday. Where you got your own way. I drove 421 miles. Just to make you smile.
I was sitting on my great grandfathers lap. Doing with him, what he liked to do best; listen to his stories from the war. Not the least bit intrigued I was surprised at the intensity of the tale.
#youngwritershousehold Oh, my grandmother, The one with the hair, The one always, Sitting on the chair. It's wooden and brown, Places on the docks Did I mention it Also Rocks.
What is it all for if everything you own ends up in a skip. When your possessions and things end up in the tip. Went back to my late nans house today.
#household Wind up the key, The musical heart, The tune starts. It has a power, Memories of old, A fool's vows were told.
#household Old memories, Spread out on the floor. Just some photographs, Yet so much more. Friends and family, Other relatives too. Aunties, Uncles, Cousins, My Granny's new hairdo.
My grandad from Wales, he always told long tales. We made each other laugh, so much so, his falsers broke in half. Super glue the remedy, sooking on spaghetti until they were ready.
You have a friend Who comes over Every now And then Every time I hear Y'all laugh I remember.
What will I do 5 years from now. For whom will I cry in my sleep and why.
Slowly, leaning forward, I press my ear against the door, and listen. The home is now an empty house, but the hushed echoes of the many lives shared; reverberate off the quietly listening walls.
Stay with my sweetheart, My sweetheart Kai, Never break up or fall out, Have a kid, A baby girl, And dogs and cats, Hamsters too.
"Idle hands are work for the devil," my grandfather used to say.
Six years ago my son was born, a little bundle of joy, with smelly nappies and sickly burbs, those sleepless nights and screaming days.
Inside my memory Is thoughts of you. The things you said And what you used to do. My favourite phrases That you always listed, 'I know what's wrong with that...
I'm sitting here by the kitchen table typing words to the sound of a TV from another room. In front of the TV is the woman I love, laying, half asleep.
My life was full, varied and long. But now it's time for me to sing a different song. PLEASE remember me fondly, with memories good. For I tried to love you all, like a mother should.
A coolness to the air, A stiffness to the breeze, A host of thoughts and spiderwebs, Of childhood memories.
Much to come on this. Chatting to my Dad, while on a walk out in the (rare for this weather) sun, a woman drove by, that I mentioned look like his Mom, my Gran, He agreed.
Dear grandma, I want you to know that not a day goes by where I don't think about you. I remember all the good times we spent together.