Will Granny be coming for Christmas,
The same as she does every year?
- No, we won't be seeing her this time.
She's too ill to travel, my dear.
She'll stay in the hospice for Christmas.
They have crackers and things, just like us.
But, my darling, your Granny is dying,
And she'd hate us to make any fuss.
We'll still have the presents to open,
With paper all over the place,
And, even though everyone hates it,
I expect we'll play Chasing the Ace.
And we'll still have the turkey and pudding,
And the tree standing out in the hall.
- But if Granny's not coming for Christmas,
It won't seem like Christmas at all.
The upbeat form and succinct choice of language make the closing two lines positively heart rending - a poignant poem. S: (
This is very sweetly penned, and it hit home for me, as my mom just passed away in hospice and my daughter who loved her dearly fondly called her Granny..... Very gentle and filled with so much tenderness. you must have loved your granny.... Bonnie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, but yet so sad. it's hard to have fun when someone close to you is dieing. It just not the same cause you are missing something. Even though life goes on and you may heal, that spot is still there. Kat, =)