Little Bits of Trivia...

The memory of her rose gold ring

will long stay in my mind.

The thin grey hair, the wrinkled face

the imprints left by time.

Her home made cakes and biccies,

her proud and knowing head.

A dear little house and roses

and her lovely old iron bed.

I will remember her

with soft and gentle ways,

Though hard and tough she must have been

through pioneering days.

For ninety years she's lived

and she has much to show.

She's lived through tears and heartache

that we will never know.

To her we were the nippers

when all of us were kids.

She nursed us, loved us, scolded us,

for the naughty things we did.

She righted every illness

with a dose of Scots Emulsion.

Her faith was great in the mighty powers

of this horrid tasting potion!

I see her sitting knitting

or tending to her plants,

Darning someone's holey socks

or patching someone's pants.

Grandma with the spatula

beating up the butter,

A yellow plastic water bottle

and budgies all called Peter.

Old photographs and furniture

and little china dogs,

Numerous stories told us

the memories never lost.

The little bits of trivia

that come into my mind,

From Grandma and from Grandad,

will stay with me a lifetime.....

For I cannot think of one, without thinking of the other.

Photograph: My paternal grandmother at around 89 years of age.