My Nanna wore an apron
for all her mornings tasks;
such a pretty shade and floral
and I have kept the last.
And as she turns we do not feel her:
Four seasons pass in several shades;
life, the given spark to ignite the flame.
Time past is spent. Only to be
Then run along the riverside
upon a time a French King's pride
viewed vast breadth and gentle ripples;
glitter, glisten, glow and twinkle.
While the Princes slept:
An unseen hand.
While a secret kept:
Reached through their dreams.
So charming, one found him amusing:
though, even right from the beginning
he didn't know how to love women
cared nothing for loving and giving
Once there was an observant girl
who passed the eleven plus;
so after all the excitement
and a great amount of fuss;
Underground, down in the dugout
when during the second world war
a siren wailed a last warning
before the darkest pall... plunging;
Neither one appears to fear
yet so certain God is near
times trodden trail to make and mend