#Poetry – True Grit

Nan’s bones were so brittle, hard surfaces were her enemy. She moves with her walker with absolutely no symmetry. Nan reasons it’s safer to be home alone. It’s safe and secure her castle, her throne. 

Family and friends would visit and fear, that this sweet loving grandma that they all held so dear, was wasting away in her homely cocoon. She needs to get out and we think…soon. 

(Read fast) Let’s go to the park. Let’s set up a table. Let’s get grandma organised she’s still with it, still able. She’ll get to see kids run round and play. Let’s get her out, yes lets sort it today.

Nan watches in terror as the kids zip around. She fears for her footing which just isn’t that sound. But Nan bless her soul won’t show her fear. She smiles, is pleasant, as family is dear.

BY DEE GRANT 2020

For Nan

We all have different lenses of how we see the world. It’s the same with family. Seniors share of their concerns with me of being out and about and how scary it can be for them sometimes. Noone would ever know.They are amazing. Such true grit.

Feature image photo by Edu Carvalho at Pexels – Woman Standing Near Yellow Petalled Flower https://www.pexels.com/@educarvalho

#Poetry – Aged traveller

I strapped my leg into the brace, and remembered days when I could race. Run a race or walk a while, so many  memories it made me smile.

For with a pack upon my back these legs had travelled far and wide, and through the years had journeyed far now shorter steps replace their stride.

Now up the road or down a lane, whatever’s safe whatever’s sane. This is my world however small, the distance less so I don’t fall.

BY DEE GRANT 2020

For Don