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Nanny Scott

Updated on August 29, 2011

Nanny Scott

 Short and coiffured corseted too

These then are my memories of you

A pat on the head and run away

Out in the garden go to play

Or smell the roses there’s a dear

Children are some thing not to hear

Grasmere the house in grounds so green

Not a bit of clutter to be seen

Stone flagged the floor in scullery too

This was not where I saw you

Sit at the table say your grace

Then sit quietly in your place

A house of women and a man so mild

My cousin Billy was his child

My aunt a woman strong and bold

Who gave the orders we were told

Perhaps it may have different been

If my Grandfather had been seen

Yet he had left some years before

When heaven opened up a door

He followed on a son so true

An uncle who had left life too

Two uncles more yet seldom seen

One with children there had been

The other short and round and true

With a gentle wife who dressed in blue

Another aunt as well with husband tall

Who’s voice reached over yonder wall

A man of depth and strength as well

On who’s lap I sat stories to tell

A favourite uncle pipes on a rack

Of love and care there was no lack

And yet so long now it has been

Since all these people have been seen

For as I grew from child so small

Then their names were placed on a wall

A wall of memories I have kept

For those who’s passing I have wept

And did they shape my future true

Or show me what I did not want to do


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      jacqui2011 6 years ago from Norfolk, UK

      Another great poem. I love reading your articles and admire your writing style.