Nan And Me

I

      I skipped from supper

      on the bank of the stream

      near the bridge at

      Mulvey House.

      Cheeky, I peeked through

      The clean clear window

      And saw Nan sitting,

      Quiet as my neighbour,

      mouse.

      She looked with kind eyes

      But a little sad, I felt,

      As if remembering

      a forgotten loss,

      her mother perhaps,

      or the place of her youth,

      somewhere a carved stone

      overgrown with moss.

      Her heart is too noble

      to be this heavy,

      Her shoulders too strong

      to bend with the load

      of troubles of others,

      my family has known

      generations of humans

      she’s apart, a special one

      a queen among mothers.

      I’ve had my family too,

      Long gone, they never come back

      to visit the nest on the bend,

      In this Nan is blessed,

      she has one more addition,

      She’s become my guardian and friend.