Nan Poem by Claire Abbott

You look so frail as you sit there,
Half asleep in your old arm chair.
The fire blazes, keeps you warm,
Age is wearing you.
But the lines on your face never change,
The soft voice cursing as I give you a fright,
The loving kiss soft on my cheek,
The holding of my hand.
I miss you so much,
so far away.
Time isn't on our side,
But when you feel alone,
I am here for you.
I love you, you are my Nan.