
Little Granny
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Trying to find you hasn’t been easy at all
there are none of your words recorded
married at fourteen your journey from Milford
carrying your first child in the places
you lived where he dug the coal
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There are none of your words recorded
telling your story of the journey you made
you were my mothers “little granny”
I have stories but now you’re gone
a black and white foto of you standing in the doorway
….
Census records paper milestones telling a story
his occupation your age the language spoken
both of you Welsh a marriage certificate
you signed with an x the service in English
the children you brought into this world
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There’s no headstone to tell the barest detail
your absence your lack of even a trace of a burial
of your eventual green grass paupers resting place
just a silence as if you’d never existed, never been born
a cracked black and white foto nothing less nothing more
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WRITTEN BY
Rob Cullen
Rob Cullen artist, writer, poet living halfway up a mountain in Wales walks daily with a sheep dog at his side. http://www.celfypridd.co.uk