First of all, apologies for not having read and commented on the entries from last week. I’ve spent most of the last week at my lovely Nan’s, sitting at her bedside and holding her hand. She’d been ill for a while and yesterday she passed away, leaving a big hole in the lives of many people. This is my 100WCGU and a tribute to a special lady. Apologies in advance if I don’t read anyone’s writing this week. I hope you will understand. I promise to be back to normal with reading and commenting from the next prompt.
Same age as the Queen, Nan –
births just a year apart;
lives a whole world apart.
No white, church wedding for you, Nan,
just Sunday best in the register office
and back home afterwards.
A back-to-back was your palace, Nan –
shared toilet and washroom outside –
but you kept the place spick and span.
No servants for you, Nan –
your Arthur used to polish the brasses,
and your daughter washed and ironed.
a shop job to make ends meet,
and groceries on the slate.
You were so excited about the Jubilee, Nan.
I wish you had lived to see it,
but while the world celebrates a monarch’s life
our family will gather to mourn your death.
The Queen’s light is shining longer, Nan,
but to me yours shone brighter.