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Gerrit Luv

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