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For my nanna, Bessy Harris

The collected words

Of all the languages in all the world

Can’t capture you

A few can describe the way you smiled

And the scent of your skin

Nouns and adjectives may collide

To approximate your voice in all its moods

Or the picture of you

Standing at the crest of your back yard

Feeding the crows

But these are merely sketches

The outline of a woman

But hearts speak another language

and have a vocabulary of laughter

patience, joy, humour, tears and endless comfort

Not limited by mere words

Our hearts are fluent in you.