KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Nanna
An old woman lies waiting
Waiting for death
Her mind gone before her
Her body is left.
She functions each day
Repetition gets her through
She repeats each cycle
There is naught left to do.
Eventually her body
Will catch up with her mind
But until then it’s simple
We need to treat her just fine.
She has travelled a journey
Of days I cannot count
Seasons and seasons
Built up an account
She draws from it now
As death looms quite near
We remember her younger
When she did things dear
She taught me to cook
The most amazing chocolate cake
And as for the card games
She was quite a snake
Sneaky and tricky
She’d ocassionally let us win
And on the piano
That piano she made sing.
She was my grandmother
My nanna most dear
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Enjoyed your poem, but so sad! Happy to know that you such a special relationship with your Nana. Bet her chocolate cake was the best!!!!!! Cherished memories! 💙
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I’ve taught my kids how to make her cake exactly the same way 🙂
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