Eulogy
Eulogy September 1997
I know Granny
I know her wrinkly face
But now that she is faceless
I wonder where she’s gone
I know Granny
She was more than a face
I sat in her garden
Eating Jaffa cakes
She told me of yoga
And who she saw at church
There are memories of distant dukes
And rations in the war
Abercairny sees it all
But now I cannot see her
I can feel her in the park
The question shouts repeatedly
Who are you and who are you?
The answers not for seeing
Because its hidden in the heart
For listening now
Was listening then
And granny hasn’t changed
To remember age
We remember youth
But I wasn’t there when she was young
Its age that makes us foreign
And time which marks the map
Words are always out of date
I listen to the wind
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