[Diary Notes]
When ironing I feel the warmth and comfort of
grandma Alice’s presence as if she may appear
and the world would be small and safe as it was
when she was in charge - every day she prepared
a school lunch for everyone and I used to help
her
Ironing, day-dreaming so much I had a headache in
the end: grandma had everything organised, started
dinner right on time, determining who was to help
cutting vegetables, if it was Peter Pan all was joy
& fun, the sun came out and the world turned
Into a beautiful place, it was great to march through
life under grandma, wiping the paving outside, to
know she would never let us down, always in time
to pick us up after school, going to music lessons,
collecting us again: ironing is one of the good
Things in life - holding great memories of a time
when life was so small, it revolved around grandma
Alice and the treats she provided, her radio programmes
and the jokes she repeated afterwards – thank you grandma
for making us feel safe in our house…
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