PERSON Poem: For Granny, by Roís Cleary

“She’s dead now… a great woman, you know,”
You’d say once more
About your dear friend Angela Lansbury running to and fro,
Playing Jessica Fletcher with another murder to solve
With you, nestled in your chair as neglected coffee runs cold.

Although she was still breathing, we learned to never say,
As every time we would be swatted away.
Each visit we’d listen to your usual disdain:
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
It was impossible to escape your famed refrain.

Resting on an ashtray, a faithful companion was always by your side.
That one, one of twenty blue,
And you, one of fifteen.
From your childhood at Abbey View to your finale at Bishop Street,
Family never strayed too far, it always felt complete.

But now the clouds of grey have faded,
The box is laid to rest
Beside your dearest love Tommy,
Where your souls remain reunited and blessed

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