Those were the Days poem.

Hello everyone. Last month, I celebrated my Nan with the poem I read at her funeral. Now for this month, I wanted to honour my Grandma who is still with us. I wrote the following poem in a class at university and it is entitled 'Those were the Days'. It is an abecedarian poem where each line starts with the next letter of the alphabet, starting with 'A' for the first line, then moving on to 'B' until you get to 'Z'. I hope you enjoy it!

Those were the Days:

A chocolate cake tastes so good 
because it has got the rich flavour that 
clings to my tongue. That is how you 
do your cake – making it chocolatey 
enough that it gives me another reason 
for cherishing our visits. When you come and 
get us from Ripon or Catterick Garrison, I 
have that warming tingle 
inside of me as you drive us along, 
jumping up and down those Yorkshire slopes, bends and dips, 
knowing that your special cake will be waiting, 
longing for mum and I to bite into 
mouthwatering, tasty, sweet 
nibbles as mum 
once said. But 
perhaps she said such 
quatsch* when she was tired, 
recovering from a long journey and 
surely her Crohn’s does not help 
that one! I like to think of 
us – three generations spending a summer week together! Up to 
Victoria then onwards we go with you – fish and chips on 
Wednesday, the vicar on his 
Xylophone playing in church, asking for extra 
Yorkshires and roasties on roast night, followed by scrabble where 
zoo is scored on triple word score! And that’s you Grandma.

*quatsch is a German word meaning nonsense. I cannot remember how I can to include it but I think I wanted synonyms for nonsense as I wanted a word with less syllables. Also it fitted the poem being an abecedarian poem.

Until next time,

Thomas.