Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Ode to my Grandmother (aka Beach Granny)

Two years on...

I smell you in the garden as the flower, or on the Chanel stand in the perfume department. 

I feel you when I touch my now squidgy thumb against my skin. 

I think of you as I look into your mirror hanging in my hall, or pinch the salt from your little glass pot into my casserole dish. 

I see you when I watch Sofia thinking. 

I also hear you often now that she speaks. She says 'hi' just like you used to. 

I'm glad you are here with me still. 

I love you - I always will. 

I only wish my girls could have known you.