An old grandma
sits uncomfortably in an arm chair.
So thin and frail with wrinkly skin
this old lady
I go round to visit.

Within a loving family,
born to an old school,
brought up in a town of long ago,
this old lady:
As a young girl could
sow, play piano,
paint and draw.

Now through disability
this lady cannot do anything.
This lady is in hospital now
I go and visit again.

Sitting in an arm chair
laughing and joking with nursing staff
this old lady laughs and lights up our day,
raising our spirits with good humour,
wit fully taking us all along,
stoically laughing at things
that most of us would complain about.
This old lady.

But that was long ago.