A poem for Grandma - I wish I was with you now - In the Conservatory

 Grandma

Sat in the conservatory

Surrounded by ceramic pots

And pink potpourri 

Lifts her eyes from her book

As I walk into the room

To ask me, 

About me

Sat in M&S Cafe 

Many moons ago

She'd save me the froth from her latte

As we took the afternoon slow

I'd watch her on the cobbles

The same she'd seen the night before

In her refusal to wear flat shoes

I'd think, I couldn't love her more

My mum was team Hugh

Whereas my Gran was Mr. Darcy all the way

Picking her up for a trip to the garden centre

Admiring Christmas decorations for December, in May

Fixing her hair with hairspray

So much so she'd cough on the fumes

Every day without fail

An outfit never complete

Without a final spritz of perfume

And so, 

Back sat in the conservatory

Surrounded by ceramic pots

All the gifts she has collected

From holiday tat and souvenir shops

As I return from my holidays

Another present arrives

Still, she looks up with a smile and says

"Aw, you shouldn't have".