16 July 2012
My nan had this ornament she loved very much
She told us often we must never ever touch
It was of a woman with flowers in hand
She had a long red beautiful dress..so grand
I was being defiant, I wanted to just look
I don't know why but my hand just shook
That's when it dropped..OH MY GOD...DAMN
This really wasn't part of the plan
I knew my nan loved it, she told me so
Oh why did I have to let it go?
She'd had it years...what would I say?
I'm in so much trouble...shall I run away?
So I did what any 9 year old would
Hid it in the shed, lose it for good
It took a few days until I was asked
"I don't know nan?" with a little laugh
My guilt always gave me away
"Tell me the truth or you won't go and play"
The tears appeared and I began to cry
I owned up right there and then, I don't know why?
Nan told me to get it from out of the shed
I could not believe she wasn't cross and I wasn't dead
A few days later we went to a jumble sale
You won't believe the next part of this tale
There on a stall was the very same ornament
I had to have it, I pushed to the front
I bought it right there for only 20p
I was so happy, as I carried it home with me
Later that day my nan was sat in her chair
When all of a sudden she said "what's that there?"
The ornament of a woman with flowers in hand
Was in its rightful place looking back at my nan
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