Sat’day tea at Nanna’s house
She’s made some crusty bread
“Oh Nanna, it smells delicious”
“Gerrit Luv”, she said.
Sunday lunch at Nanna’s house
There’s an extra Yorkshire pud
“Can I have it, Nanna. Please?”
“Gerrit luv – it’s good”
Tuesday, down the chip shop
Nanna’s buying fish for tea
“Can we have some scraps as well?”
“Gerrem luv – they’re free!”
Someone chucked their box away
Wi’ pizza still inside
“Nanna look”, I shouted
“Gerrit luv”, she cried.
In memory of a family trip to Ingoldmells, May 2019
©Amanda Samm