Mam was a rolling stone
she was hardly ever home,
Dad was a hard working man
always had this great plan,
neither held up their rightful title,
Spiteful?
Grandad was an immigrant
Cock of a slum, violence was imminent,
iron emotion always displaying
when he spoke his mothers tongue
I didn’t know what he was saying,
Disgraceful, shameful?
when he taught me many lessons on life,
like the many uses for a belt,
how it kept pants up
or kept authority round the house,
Nan was a Swansea bird
and the only one that truly, madly cared,
a devotion to love is a scarce emotion
but that was her
waves of it like the ocean,
there was always food in my stomach
and money in my pocket,
so i picked my matriarch
daffodils from the park,
she tought me no sacrifice is to great
for those closest at heart.


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