Moving On Poem after Death

Goodbye My Nan

I am 43. My Nan Mercia Berenice (Babs) Robinson. Died on Sat.12.04.08. She was 96. She was fiercely independent. Nan would not leave her beloved Teignmouth. She could be seen most days walking along Teignmouth sea front. I have never written anything in my life before.

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© Barry Hingston

Published: Apr 2008

Nan

When I was young, arrogant and brave.
You stood on the sidelines with an encouraging wave.

When I was older, bullish and loud.
You still found something in me, of which to be proud.

With a wife and children, came less time.
You made this family, as much yours, as mine.

Christmas and Birthdays, a card you always sent.
Time and company, with you, not enough spent.

Nan, now that you are gone, and that must be.
Please remember, I love you, as much as you loved me.

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