Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Hey, that's my Gran!
She's not ******* demented.
She lived on her own
in a house that she rented.
This is how it used to be
when I'd knock on her door
and shout "Hey Gran, it's me!"

Through her curtain,
a bi-focaled rim.
She threatened the Police,
"I don't recognize him"
Although I knew her,
she didn't know me
and from that day on,
this is how it would be.

Poetry by Kaydee
In memory of my Grandma, Mary.
She never knew me as a 'she'
Sara Kellie
Written by
Sara Kellie  Other/Lancashire. UK
(Other/Lancashire. UK)   
226
     Lorenzo Neltje, Fawn, spacewalker and Jen
Please log in to view and add comments on poems