Old People (part one)

I came across a photo of my great grandparents who I never met . It brought back memories of how I saw my grandparents, Edith and Albert as a child.

It got me thinking and I wrote The Old People ….

I’m going to write it in three parts

When I was very young, I remember

I saw the ‘old people’

The ‘old woman’ ( my gran ) in my life , was very clean,

smelt of Pears soap,

baked scones, flour and sticky jam on flowery apron,

Her ample bosoms wobbling as she laughed.

And had softness to her skin, that did not feel like mine.

The’ old man ‘ ( my grandad ) in my life , smelt of pipe tobacco

And ginger biscuits dunked in tea,

Sharp whiskers on his chin,

And tuffs of hair growing from his nose

Deep velvet chuckles from his belly,

They fascinated me, these old people,

They were another world .