An Old Gandma

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.