I very much like that Kate Blake poem- lucid, laconic and moving.
Poetry Partners #40
‘My Paternal Grandparents’, a poem by Kate Blake of ‘aroused’
Nana and Pop met on the ward when she gently tended his gruesome war wounds he a tall handsome older gent she a tiny gentle English rose he solemnly declared he had nothing and lived in the middle of nowhere but love blinded her to his reality and after the war she sailed south with another nurse to join their beau’s a huge adventure in the Australian bush completely off grid with snakes and spiders sixteen miles from any neighbour or station in his family home with his sisters and brothers the children from his first marriage had moved on they birthed my aunt and father she sailed back to UK every two years taught us all to knit crochet and embroider the boys were more accomplished than I
- Kate Blake: https://aroused.blog/
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