. I married a man whose grandmother came from Ireland in disgrace. A dead lover lost at sea. I married a man whose father was an orphan....

Cups and plates Buckets and spades Beakers and plastic straws All that remains Of the grand children’s visit In pinks and yellows Purple...

A poem by a proud nana, celebrating her granddaughter’s adventurous nature. This was first published by the Soul Poets Society in...