Janice Fisher (c) March 2014
The Journey
The day began as an ordinary day,
I boarded the train to collect my granddaughter,
We headed home planning a weekends play
Chugging along, nose peering out of carriage windows,
The usual railway sightings- of diggers on building plots
And fuming factories,
Allotments with their wigwam sheds and scarecrows,
Rivers winding, ponies standing , cows grazing ,
sheep chewing,
And oh- look Daisy- new born lambs,
Time to alight, steady walk to catch the bus home,
A bit peckish now,
Bangers and mash for tea.
The usual bedtime routine:
bath bubbles and bedtime book,
Nothing out of the ordinary,
Then Daisy said- ‘What will I dream of Nan?’
I don’t know Daisy- what will you dream of?
She thought and said quite matter of factly –
‘I shall dream of you Nan.’
I had by those sweet words been transported to
the land of fairytale castles,
Unicorns, mermaids and pixie dust.
My soul lit up,
The day ended in an extraordinary way.