My Grandmother.

White hair with steel curlers tightly wrapped around
her curls. Some blue setting lotions to

keep it in check and help it set nice and firm.

When the rollers came out.

A Lambert and butler cigarette inside her lips.

Smoking it like there was no tomorrow.

Enjoy the taste and smoke.

She puts the cigarette down and lifts up

her knitting needles again.

And continues where she left off.

Knit one purple one. Knit one purple one.

She was knitting a jumper.

As she does this she is watching Wimbledon

Tennis on Tv.

And chatting to me about who was her all-time

favourite player.

My Granny was quite a character like most peoples

Grandmothers.  She was a fiery little soul.

With attitude and

loved to bake apple pies. And they

tasted amazing.

She suffered no fools lightly.

A major telling off you would get for being silly.

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

Oh how lovely. First, the way you manipulate your words. The way you executed this made my brain greedy for more. Second, the picture you paint of a loved one, using details. The reader can "see" your beloved grandmother. Thank you, Dawn, for posting this. I had a grandmother I adored and she was remarkably like yours.

[Onlyme]

Thankyou Steppenwolf for such a wonderful comment. bless you Dawn.

[wordman]

i would love to taste her apple pie,,no wait,i`m on a diet..damn

[Onlyme]

you made me laugh Ron.

[wordman]

well i`m glad,we all need a laugh

[Onlyme]

so very true. Ron.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Lol such fighting characters they are and how I loved my grandmother I’d have her back any day if I could and the best cook ever but always said a man is a law unto himself and no man was welcome in the kitchen- such wonderful memories they leave behind- can still smell the fried eggs cooking in lard on white toast with butter- wonderfully written🌹

[Onlyme]

Thank you Kelly.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Always a pleasure🌹

[Chris Shaw]

Your description Dawn, of your Grandmother's curlers brought memories back. I can remember those as well. My Nan used to have a perm and then every time she washed her hair, those little curlers would go in, loads of them. Then she'd wrap a headscarf round her head and stay like that all day! I love this poem because it sounds so English with its reference to Wimbledon. Thank you for sharing your Grandma with us.

Chris

[Onlyme]

Thanks Chris. Glad you like it. And it reminded you of your Nan.