THE WHOLE

  Remembering Nana Frances on Nollaig na mban (Women’s Little Christmas) Evolution 13. The Whole My grandmother, whose name was Frances and not Nana as I used to think, started baking cakes for Sunday’s tea on a Monday morning, slow and steady was her process like her concentration while waiting for pennies to drop from […]

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

  A Simnel cake (a traditional Easter fruit cake with marzipan inner layer and decoration and a little dash of brandy) made in my kitchen in my grandmother’s memory…   Wishing you all a Happy Easter, Sunday, Spring day, Sunny day or whatever you like to call it…   All cakes made and eaten by […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 17, THE BRIGHT RED ROSE

Rough round that rose bordered hem we ran, regardless of where her skirts did scurry, no fretting to the fraying of her fringes, never noticing how nimble had turned to not-so nifty above that border of red roses, oh so pretty… We carried you, like a child, that day, winter now withered as the bark […]

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NANA’S STOOL

  I imagine you on a stool, not a chair, always a stool, by a window smiling as you watch us from heaven,   I imagine you on a stool, not a chair, with gentle curls in your hair and a cardigan for comfort and a slice of fruit cake, nothing fancy, with some butter […]

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Nana, Always and Forever

The years roll by In a hazy blur of time passing At accelerating speeds- Another year older And each subsequent year flies by Faster than the one before, Filled with new faces, New phases, New beginnings, And newer goodbyes, Anniversaries draw near And that feeling arrives- That sense of something missing- But just gone of […]

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Thank you, Nana

We carried you, Like a child, that day As Spring shone around us And the flowers took bloom And I wondered if April Had ever seen so soft a day? We carried you, Like a child, that day And traced each and every journey We’d made with you along the way, On busses and trains […]

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