HER WORLD:

She rose with the new dawn & went into the deep & verdant woods,

Wearing only scarlet red lipstick & her shawl with its soft silken hood,

Deep in the shadowy grove, stripping off all cloth, naked, totally bare,

She danced merrily & whirled around with her silvery long flying hair,

Giving her thanks to the Goddess, the Gods, to the one & the every all,

The heavens are her ceiling; the forest trees her sacred holy church hall,

Birdsong, babbling brook & sounds of nature, her choir & musical band,

This was her secret world, the magical world of my very special old Nan.

She´d feast on honeycombs, black chocolate buttons & rich ruby red wine,

She refused to eat animals, her friends, no calf, no hen, no lamb, nor swine,

She splashed in muddy puddles & she played beneath the soft & falling rain,

 And she refused adamantly to acknowledge the meaning of sadness & pain,

Every little stray & errant bird came to her caring hands to be watered & fed,

The hurt & sad, taken & nurtured within the soft love of her big feather bed,

All little creatures she loved & they knowing it, to her they all scuttled & ran,

This world of simplicity & happiness belonged to nobody else but my old Nan.

She´d dress like a spring garden, in the colours of a million rainbows hues,

She would never listen to nasty things, only hear the good & beautiful news,

She worshipped snowy winters, flamed autumns & loved soft summer Junes,

Her friends, the stars, the smiling sun & those deep, dark-nighted inky moons,

Her secret delirium, lollipops, teddy bears & stories of Angels, beasts & birds,

Magic spells, ghosts, & the gathering of forest flowers & sweet pungent herbs,

From birth, only for the good of one & all, was this lovely old lady´s life´s plan,

The world we all wanted & envied, the magical world that belonged to my Nan.

She was purely magical, this lovely, beautiful, & a totally enigmatic old Dame,

She wanted no riches, no glory, no recognition, no banal, inane & worldly fame,

Wreathed in colours, clouds, flowers, herbs & the most beautiful of sunny smiles,

For which birds, beasts & many folk came to enjoy, from far away & many a mile,

All came to hear her voice, touched by the wisdom of her wise but very few words,

Those musical words that echoed in the happy songs of dawn´s pretty sun-risen birds,

So wherever she is now, to wherever she has gone, to wherever far place she has ran

I pray that she has found another world that she loves in heaven, my old & lovely Nan.