BYROM Eva.

Nan.

I remember when I was small,

Throwing things in the brook,

From your garden wall.

Playing Monopoly for hours and hours,

And your home-made dresses covered in flowers.

Sewing, knitting and icing Christmas cakes,

Telling stories and reading,

Whilst everyone wakes.

Home-made chips cooked in lard,

Playing outside in your backyard.

Sterilised milk with ice-cream served in a glass,

You getting names wrong made everyone laugh.

I would be Ethel, Ellen, Joan or Ann,

But that was O.K. because that was just Nan!

Happy memories I'll always treasure,

And many happy times I cannot measure.

Rest in peace Nan.

Love from Grandaughters Julie and Ann and Grandson David.i