It has was
National Poetry Day
My Grandma Lily
was such a lovely lady,
she stole my heart when I was a little girl,
so that's where she lives now,
within my heart.
Whilst I live in her little house!
...whenever we had a quiet moment,
or even a noisy one
like at Christmas time,
'do her party trick'
and recite a lovely little poem.
I thought I'd share her
A Little China Figure
A little china figure on a little bracket sat,
His little feet were always crossed, he wore a china hat.
And every morning fair or foul, in shine or shadow dim,
A pretty little housemaid came and softly dusted him.
She picked him up so gently, and with such a charming air,
His china heart was melted quite, he loved her to despair.
All day he sat and thought of her until the twilight came,
And in his china heart at night, he softly breathed her name.
One day while being dusted, in his joy he trembled so
To feel her dainty fingers, that alas - she let him go.
In vain she tried to grab him back, but fate willed that they should part,
He fell against a fender edge and broke his china heart
She gathered up the fragments and she told a little lie,
Explaining to her mistress how the cat had made him die.
And on the following morning, when the shutters back were thrust,
She spoke his little epitaph -
"Humph, that's one less thing to dust!"
Love Claire. x