It Didn’t Hit Me Read Count : 38

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It didn’t really hit me,

not at first, not for a while.

It wasn’t until some time later,

When I longed to see your smile.

When I had some time to spare

And all I really wanted to do. 

Was pop around to grandmas 

And have a cup of tea or two. 

To tell you about my life

And the things that are going on.

Yeah it took its time to hit me,

To realise that you’re gone.

There’s so much I want to tell you

So much I want to share. 

So grandma if you’re listening 

You better pull up a chair. 

Get the biscuits out the tin

And pop the kettle on.

There’s a lot I have to say

It could go on for long. 

I think I’m settled in my house now, 

Though things keep cropping up. 

Like I need to paint my wall again

thanks to my gorgeous pup.

I had a leek under the tub

And I fixed it by myself. 

I’ve even managed to put up

A very unstable shelf. 

Do you remember where I work gran?

No not Peacocks anymore.

I work at Whittard of Chelsea

In a lovely little store. 

Right in the heart of Durham 

Selling coffee chocolate and tea.

It’s seems quite perfectly suited 

For someone as nutty as me. 

Oh what I wouldn’t give grandma

To see your quirky smile.

To sit with you and laugh with you

And joke with you in style.

Are you still listening?

I have more I need to say. 

Just thought I’d let you know

That I miss you by the way.

So I met the nicest guy gran 

You’d get on so very well. 

I wish that you could meet him 

Oh all the stories you could tell. 

About those times we went on holiday,

You, me, grandad and Jess. 

And how I used to make your house

Such a bloomin mess! 

Oh gran I really miss you,

And this Christmas was so hard.

I missed your Yorkshire puddings

You made with sixty tonnes of lard. 

I know I’ve not had them 

for such a while, thats true.

But it’s just those little things

That keep reminding me of you. 

I know towards the end 

Your memory began to fade

And you started loosing track

Of all the memories you’d made

But grandma I assure you 

One thing that is true

The memory I hold dearest 

Is my memory of you.


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Another Beautiful gem🦋🦋🦋🦋

    Nov 26, 2019

  • Nov 27, 2019

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