Egg shell white walls,
House and garden cover,
Hair in a bob perfectly coloured, just right,
Movie star looks and grace,
Street-kid tough, polio survivor,
She could do the hard things for the rest of us,
Paper towels at the ready with a cold glass of Canada Dry,
Tucks me into bed, fresh warm sheets, gentle kiss on the head,
Globe and mail clippings predicting your future,
Observing everything, phone in hand, looking out the window at the top of the hill,
All knowing.
I miss my Nans. This really brought that home.
This is wonderful. You convey so much so thoughtfully.