Arrival

Last weekend I lost my Grandmother – affectionately known as ‘Nanny’ to us Grandchildren. I wrote this over the course of the last week, as everything unfolded.

ARRIVAL

We shuffle our food nervously
Waiting for the gate to be called
Sipping wine slowly

We sit impatiently on the runway
Waiting for the plane to take off
Flicking through pages

We stand shivering on the tracks
Waiting for the train to arrive
Staring into space

We kneel down at your bedside
Waiting for a sign of life
Longing for a miracle

We pour ourselves a dram
Waiting for the inevitable call
Telling many stories

Now the waiting is over,
Now you have arrived.

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