She carried her burden of woe
like the weekend shop,
never stopped her from whistling a tune and
not many women do that nowadays.

in the old days when Auntie Emm was not so old
and bolder than she was later
she had what you'd call today, Swagga,
she'd wag her finger and say,
'follow me, I'm not the pied piper but
I'll do for a start'

Uncle Tony who worked in the shipyards and
did other things to bring the money home
was grey haired
although it may have been jet black
back when Emm was younger.

Hunger they knew and few didn't up on
Tyneside,
but they had neighbours, good friends
and a radar system that could trawl a wreck on the shore before Her Majesty's customs even heard of it.

A moment in time and a peek at the place where a part of my family where points out in space.

There are more memories than pebbles on a beach
just reach in and touch them