Nana

I wish I could talk to you now

and ask you to tell me the stories.

My other Grandma

lived longer and told me tales

of my Dad when he was a boy,

and all his sisters and brothers.

But you, Nana, could have told me

stories about yourself.

I want to know about India

when you lived there,

your hotel on the beach,

and the people in the old photos.

But most of all I always wanted

the guidance you would have given me

all the years of my growing up,

because you were loving and wise.

Mum and Aunty Franki

always asked your advice.

I can remember that, and remember

their skirts and flirty hats.

But I was only four when you died.

If I try, I can almost remember your voice.

Day 11 - A deceased person you wish you could talk to