Coming near to the end, there was nothing I could do.
I sat up all night sleepless Nan, thinking just of you.
Maura Wilson was her name, known everywhere she’d go.
But my Nan had a secret that none of you would know.
I know you made me promise that I would never tell.
But seeing as we’ve all turned out, I guess I might as well
So listen as I tell you, not one word of this a lie
You think your Nan was super well my old Nan could fly!
When I had my first daughter, all thoes years ago in the Coomb
My Nan she just appeared beside me, like Jesus in the womb
I asked her how she got there and her not one to fuss,
She said that it was nothing sure she just hopped on the bus.
I could hear it on the window now and pouring down the drain,
You won’t be getting the bus home Nan, I think that sounds like rain
She told me not to worry she said that she was sound
But I still asked one of the lads to pull the car around
There was one gigantic puddle between us and the car
I thought she won’t try jumping that no way it’s just too far
Well she took 3 steps and off she went and next thing that I knew
My little old Nan, my super Gran, I swear to God she flew
She took off like a rocket and gently she touched down
And turned and with a wink she said I told you son, I’m sound!
When I think back on your life now Nan, and all the things you’ve seen
From no TV, to black and white, to colour, now HD
And she had done her share of travel, both at home and oversea
And once while in the states I heard she drank transparent tea
She only learned to swim at the age of 65
Sure there’s more fun in the swimming pool than working 9 to 5
And at nearly pushing 80, when most are all but done
She entered the mini marathon and walked it just for fun
Oh yes she loved a party and she loved to sing along
And with her little pennies she would sing the penny song
Maura she could knit and bowl, in fact she did the lot
And on Stephens’s day, at poker time, my Nan would bet the pot!
But I’m jealous now of Jesus, and I don’t think this one bit odd
Not ‘cause he can walk on water or ‘cause he’s the Son of God
But because he gets to see you now and talk and hold your hand
But I know he’ll keep you company so I know that you’ll be grand
To say that we will miss you is understatement of the year
What I would give, we all would give, just to have you here
I hope that we will meet again. I’m sure some day we’ll see.
They call her Maura Wilson, but she’s Super Gran to me!
By: Chris Geoghegan
© Copyright 2016 Christopher James. All rights reserved.
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