Gillian.E. Shaw Poems
|41.||Unpardonable. (A Poem Of Britain) Or In The Beginning Was The Word.....||11/16/2005|
|42.||D - Murder In The Cathedral||4/29/2005|
|43.||N - Survivors Of The Great War.||3/11/2005|
|44.||Death By Hanging.||11/6/2006|
|47.||A Demon Abducted His Reason!||6/21/2006|
|48.||D - While The Princes Slept.||6/20/2005|
|49.||The River Erdre.||10/15/2005|
|50.||We Do Not Feel Her.||3/1/2005|
|52.||N - The Apron||3/2/2005|
Comments about Gillian.E. Shaw
N - The Apron
My Nanna wore an apron
for all her mornings tasks;
such a pretty shade and floral
and I have kept the last.
She washed and pressed it regularly
and placed it in a drawer
with several other aprons,
she didn't want for more.
They were always very pretty
made by her own fair hand,
with many different colors
and I'd gaze up as she'd stand.
Always standing doing something
like rolling pastry out
or frying Grandad's breakfast
cooking cakes when he was out.
She found it so important
to cover up for work...
sometimes jobs were ...
N - In Service.
When Nanna went into service
at fourteen years of age;
she went to Barratt's 'the shoe people'
who resided in St Ives.
A uniform had to be purchased
two of everything folded and neat
and off she went with her suitcase
and a pair of new boots on her feet.
Then, she purchased a ticket