Visit Poem by John A'Hern

Confused and looking for what?
A child of ten or twelve moving on,
A home where trouble was not a real thing.
Need the comfort and love a grandmother can bring,
Nain the name in Welsh, understand but not speak.
A call echoed calling me to her home,
Voices heard long before you arrived.
A home of noise and laughter greeted,
Cuddles called a Cwtch in welsh language.
Smiles that lasted for days,
Food and understanding at your disposal,
Stories and laughter yours for the taking,
A twinkle in her eye knowing you were related,
Your Mother a part of this initiation.
Allowed to express an opinion
Full of love and understanding,
Leave this home full of satisfaction.
Mother greets, your smile painted, never fading,
Gossip passed as always from these visits.
Tears stain my Mothers cheeks,
Mothers of Mothers always entwined.
Laughter and cuddles follow the gossip,
Another day will surely follow.