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