My Nan

My Nan is a thousand smiles, 

a hundred laughter lines, 

The smell of clean washing

And a soft gentle touch

She is the taste of stolen nasturtium petals,

Big squishy cuddles,

Reading out bingo numbers

And a tatty old apron

My nan is streaky bacon and ketchup,

Sitting at her ironing board in front of Emmerdale and Corrie

My first holiday abroad

She is beautiful handwritten letters

Hidden notes telling me she loves me and misses me and I've forgotten something 

Sneaky pocket money

And Corona Cream Soda

She is old jewellery with tales to tell

She is hundreds of old photos (some of fag ash Lil and Dame Edna)

A million memories of before I was born

And stories of when I was little

My Nan will always be forty something in her mind (when she remembers where she put it!)

To me, she is 33, 110 and 9024621

She is Lyon Park Avenue, Wembley

She is my childhood

She brought out the best in me,

She saw the best in me

She wanted the best for me

She saved the best of her for me

Nan is all my best memories

My safe house

My happy place

And the one I'll miss the most

My Nan is the best Nan in the world