My Nan Naida

My Nan Naida

Most nans I know enjoy their chair,

And wouldn’t dream to run around,

Splashing in the cold night air

in their lacy nightgowns!

But my Nan Naida’s not a normal nan…

Most nans I know, are proper-like,

Their lips are always tightly pursed,

They wouldn’t dream of letting loose to drink and dance and swear and curse!!

But my Nan Naida’s not a normal nan…

And most nans I know will knit and purl,

With a cuppa-tea thrown in for fun,

They sure wouldn’t dare ride motorbikes,

Or play with arrows, bows and guns!!!

But my Nan Naida’s NOT a normal nan!

And most nans I know would scream out “help!”

If a stranger gave them quite a fright!

They would never dream of taking chase to

punish them for picking fights!!!!

But my nan Naida’s not a normal nan!

And of course,

most nans I know, they come and go,

They visit once or twice a year,

Then back to mum and dad’s you go…

Not Naida though, she’s always here,

Because my Nan Naida’s not a normal nan.

No, my Nan Naida… she made me who I am.