Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Vale Joan Gardner

This week I lost my Nanna.

It's hard to put into words what someone who has been in your life for your entire life, actually means to you.
I have tried to put feelings and memories into words.

I don't really think I can do her justice though, she was more than just a grandmother or an old lady.  She was an influence, a force, an example and someone who loved me dearly.

I loved her with a fierceness that I can't describe.

Vale Joan Gardner


With a sea scented gentle wind at back
Rocking a large pine unstill
The memory of lost voices give thrill
They line the walls
They fill the halls

A distant reflection in my mind
The rich love filled tones
Of lives spent, children grown
In a house by the beach
A house where she would teach

A pinch of this, a dash of that
Mix with love, mix with soul
Receive a lecture as you beat the bowl
Mind your mother,
Be kind to your brother

Never too much sugar in the ginger beer
Cook fish in its skin
Scraps in pit pot, not the bin
Duck eggs in fruit cakes
Always use paper lining when you bake

Christmas cheer is better when shared
Talk of neighbours, gossip it’s not
Just passing the important message you got
Ice in drinks
Cheeky winks

Rosy cheeks from being love pinched
Always love your family dear
Hold your lover near
Recite the lords prayer at night
And squeeze your children ever so tight

She shared true loves grasp with me
Now laid at rest
With her much loved best
Waiting to take her
On the next life’s path

E.