29 Nov

 Grandma, round and maternal

in her floral pinafore,

hair up in a grey bun,

with a face as hard as

the life she had lead,

would give us sugar butties

on the doorstep

as we played in her

back garden amongst

the chickens.

The mangle and dolly tub

 in the yard

resting while we played

and granddad inside

smoking his pipe,

deep in thought,

while he watched the fire

dance around the brasses.

She saw us, muddy on the doorstep,

and brought  great

doorsteps of sugar butties

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