The Dementia of a Soul – Poetry

Her soul I know left years ago
the shell remains even though
I cry tears of anger and of woe
Fly free my wise old owl and go

A woman so brave and smart
Who helped stop the UK fall apart
Hitler came and tried our shore
Gran stood firm and manned the store

Amazing woman first of her kind
Area manager when women stayed behind
My hero, I wanted to make her proud
Her praise a goal of magic sound

A daughter raised who I call mum
An ear she leant when I was glum
The books we shared through many years
A love so strong it held no fears

God I hope you hear my call
I know my Gran has given all
I know I mourned her years ago
Now take her up to her new home.

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