For Nan

I love mucking about on my Art Journal, as I think I have said before.

This one came about because I was thinking about my Nana. She went to God thirty odd years ago. But she was the family ‘work horse’. She never stopped giving of herself to the welfare of her family.  I adored my Mum, Connie, but when I look back it was Nana’s arms that held me when I need someone.

Anyhow here is the little Poem I wrote and above is today’s journal’s page.

ALWAYS HOME

One word striking a resonance.
One word ringing in the heart.
One word of longing. Home.
Nothing can compere
to the sweetest bosom of
Nana,
holding me, loving me.
Echoing through the years.
Now my longing to be encompassed once more
by that sweetness,
that wholeness,
that love.
Yes, Connie was there, by not the way Nan was.
She who worked so hard for so many years.
Harnessed to the family.
Always working for us. Always
Now the longing begins all over again.
Precious Nana always leading me back home

Copyright. S. Fowler 2018