Waking up with Nanny in her soft double bed
the room white and pink with swans and roses
Sunday morning and you would bring milky tea
Hot in her best rose gold china cup and saucers
we would sip, little fingers raised as you left
Before we too rose
Later, your Saturday visits to our house
bringing a bounty of colourful comics to read
And a secret pocket of sweets, for Mum not to see
How my brothers and I took you for granted
Never noticed the shining love in your eyes
Your hand grasping mine in supplication
As they wheeled you, protesting to surgery
from which you did not return, your
faltering loving heart finally stopping
Under the anaesthetists care
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
You must miss him! This reminded me of my grandma.
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Yes, I do miss him.
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So hard to lose those we love, especially when we feel they’ve been taken from us by careless actions. How lovely that you remember him with such affection, his funny escapades to make you laugh.
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The operation was life-saving, but he didn’t want it. My mother talked me into signing the papers for the operation against his wishes. I regret that very much.
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Don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s impossible to predict any outcome much less every outcome of an action. Trust that you did what you thought was best and with your uncle’s welfare top on your mind.
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Thank you Sharon, I was only 21 at the time and it hit me hard .
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Fine reminiscence / tribute, k.
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Thank you Ron.
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Oh so sad!! These beautiful people in our lives. Awful to lose them when we’re young. ❤️❤️❤️
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Yes, indeed.
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Sorry about your Nanny. I still miss my grandmother too.
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So lovely. I had an uncle I deeply admired as well. A beautiful poem. The love in his eyes shining.
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Thanks Sherry, uncles and aunts are precious.
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Sorry I misunderstood. Uncle. I just lost one this spring .
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I haven’t made the poem clear enough!
I’m sorry to hear of your uncle’s passing.
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A lovely tribute to your Nanny.. I am sorry to hear of her passing.
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Both she and her son, my uncle, died many years ago. These are old sad memories….
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Aching memories which find such tender fragrance here. Love and loss calyx this bittersweet poem. Sheer heartsong. – Brendan
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Thank you Brendan.
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Beautifully remembered with so much sweetness. A fine tribute.
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Thank you Lindi
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