These may not be the sort of memories you normally show, wrote Ann-Marie Williamson, but to me they are a lot. They are both a tribute and a way of conserving memories for my children, pictured below.

My nan brought me up from an early age, so I wish to remind my children of the great-nan they unfortunately never got to know, whilst at the same time remember the innocence of childhood. I do hope you include my poems in your web page as they may help others remember as I remember.

RETURNED PAST.
By A M Williamson.

Childhood returned between weed-grown stumps.
Remember, sometimes rotted days. Nettles on Juniper.
Crossing oceans of red grasses; laugh and wept.
There streets where between fences, along soft desire
Delicious adventures, once Indians land.
Tear places between house and lawns.
Ourselves enjoyed walls and fence.
Childhood researchers; pirates in a time when every love went silky and lost.
Punctured holes in land lost love.
Confounded like gothic bridge.
Sweet-sophisticated time where play was all.
Return again to childhood dreams,
Love and hate entwined in lace.
The hole of something, yet forgotten
Place timid and mild thoughts behind.
Yet weed-grown stumps, make mind remember.
Torn adventures, red grasses green
For pirates came, walls fence intruders
Childhood play returns to chill.
A land lost love beyond adventure
Stirs oceans of forgotten lust.

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NAN
By A M Williamson.

To the most beautiful Nan in all the world
Your beauty and love shines forth for all to see.
In the people you touched and who knew you
For even though you're no longer here
You live in our hearts and our minds
I will never forget your wonderful smile
Or the truth and love in your greying eyes
Your ever open arms, no matter what we did wrong
And the way that when we were down you kept us strong.
You may be in the heavens up above
But we still remember, your everlasting love
I remember the things you said I would be
And the manners and truth of life you taught me.
I'll never forget all the sacrifices you made
So to you a single rose on Mother's day.

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Published by Poetry Now.

Mrs Ann-Marie Williamson, Kent, 2002