Our Little Nannie

Our Little Nannie, so small yet so grand,
With a coffee in hand and a cream-only stand.
No milk for this queen…….oh no, never that,
She sipped with her pinky, in her favourite hat.

She’d gasp at a sneeze like the roof had collapsed,
But when life threw its hardest, she’d quickly adapt.
A master of drama in the gentlest way,
With a wink and a chuckle, she’d brighten the day.

“A little sherry?” she’d ask with a gleam,
As Christmas lights danced in a soft festive dream.
With puzzles and word searches stacked by her chair,
She’d hum to The Sound of Music, lost in the air.

Oliver! played while her fingers would trace
The words that would challenge and light up her face.
Her heart held so many…….so deeply, so true,
And every soul near her just somehow knew.

Though time tried to tangle her thoughts in its thread,
She remembered our names, our faces, our stead.
And even at twilight, soft, gentle, uncanny…..
She still knew till end, she was our Little Nannie.

So here’s to her laughter, her love, her grace,
To the joy she would bring just by being in place.
Though we’ll miss her forever, we’ll hold her near,
In every soft memory, every smile, every tear.