He tells his daughters all about you
My nieces, they're three and five
They call you Grandma
They know your name
and where you lived
Things you used to say
They've seen your photos
and they know you were sick
and you didn't get better
Last year he planted primroses
because he knew they were your favourites
They have their own house now
with enough room for five
The little one was born in August
A boy to play in that garden
where the flowers will bloom
every Spring, the season you loved
and which was your last
When that child is older
his sisters will teach him
The answer to Daddy's question:
What were Grandma's favourite flowers?
And Auntie will hold her tongue
and never correct him
that it was bluebells
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
He tells his daughters all about you
My nieces, they're three and five
They call you Grandma
They know your name
and where you lived
Things you used to say
They've seen your photos
and they know you were sick
and you didn't get better
Last year he planted primroses
because he knew they were your favourites
They have their own house now
with enough room for five
The little one was born in August
A boy to play in that garden
where the flowers will bloom
every Spring, the season you loved
and which was your last
When that child is older
his sisters will teach him
The answer to Daddy's question:
What were Grandma's favourite flowers?
And Auntie will hold her tongue
and never correct him
that it was bluebells
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