Aunty Joyce

ode to my lovely Aunty who was 97 and lived a life of extraordinary kindness and love

Aunty Joyce

The swirling memories wont lie down
They jump and dart and make me frown
Memories that are old and worn
One of the night Colette was born
Asking Dad out on a limb
"Please have a word with him!"
She cried at Mums anniversary dance,
Cause she'd been reminded by chance,
Her little boy lost so long ago
And who some here will never know.
The giggling girls - Joyce and Greta
And all the times I went to meet her
I knew well her pretty face,
Fair and kind and full of grace.
Trips to Bettys were so much fun
Sometimes it felt like she was my second Mum
She held my hands through the darkest times
Flooding back as I write these lines.
We shouldnt wissh her back I know,
So fly Joyce fly ... its your time to go.


Chrissie Nash July 25