A Special Occasion
My Nan’s smile was innocent:
Arising from sheer virtue.
Her smile hailed happiness.
Smiling with her full face,
As a child.
Her eyes exposing experience without wisdom.
Her beam budding: true glee.
We sipped tea in china mugs.
A pleasant tête-à-tête ensued.
She peeped - perceiving my best bits, without
question.
We talked, eating biscuits.
The house: always warm, inspired
A run of pleasantries coating our conversations
Like a light sifting on a Victoria Sponge.
We, the composite batter,
Churned together over the years.
Practiced and piloted -
Until,
A perfect rise and consistency shaped.
Our intimacy, icing sugar blended:
The final touches in her winter years.
Colouring our love with a delicate dusting.
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