My Sweet Fantastic.

If ever there’s a door open,
Its always number 9! ,
And through that door lives Mary Jayne Griffiths ,
My sweet fantastic Nain , 

If ever in a patch of darkness ,
she stands like the sun  behind me ,
she preaches words of wisdom and she’s sweet fantastic ,
solid as a rock her hearts so warming
It could even melt plastic ,

A dab hand over the stove ,
cigarette in hand and Bid Up-TV ,
Nobody could possibly be as lucky to have a Nain like me

She’s a kinderd spirit full of kindness an grace ,
She’s the 1-ova kind person in my life ,
who’s ALWAYS able to put a smile on a sad face   
 

© Copyright All Rights Reserved Timothy James Roberts 10/10/08