Liverpool Grandma



My Grandma,
round and maternal,
in her floral pinafore,
hair up in a grey bun,
with a face as hard as
the life she had lead,
would give us sugar butties
on the doorstep
as we played in her
back garden amongst
the chickens.
The mangle and dolly tub
stood in the yard
resting as we played
mud pies,
and granddad inside
smoked his pipe,
deep in thought,
while he watched the fire
dance around the brasses.
She saw me,
muddy in the garden,
amongst the
Blackhorse Lane
chickens,
and handed out great
doorsteps of sugar butties.


By Kath Dodd