What would my Nan do?

​My Yiayia (Nan) would have made me a cup of tea
At the timing she it can only come from she.

She was my safe space
My bestest of friend, 
I love her and miss her just as much, 
I also injected her insulin morning and night,
She was my perennial, a humble Grandmother, worthy friend an array of light.

These characters are not always around,
The good ones tend to leave, 
I know the people that are still around who are moaning for the sake of that,
I rather think of her, and pretend I am with her still; that’s where I am at. 

At times like these, and when people say ‘get on with it..’ which I can understand,
She was my angel, and I was to her;
The blessings poured as she lives inside me especially in moments when I discern.

Jason
19th December 2025