Can anyone help me? I am looking for a birthday poem for my nan who turns eighty this month. I'd like it to be how much she means to me and how much I love her.
While there are lots of nice poems out there, your nan will probably appreciate something that you wrote. Try starting out with 'I love you because:' and list several reasons. You could either leave it in that format, or turn the reasons into something rhymed.
What's a nan?
Main Entry: nan
Pronunciation: 'nšn, 'nan
Etymology: Hindi & Persian; Hindi nAn, from Persian
: a round flat leavened bread especially of the Indian subcontinent
Eighty seems fairly ancient for bread.
Devilishly wicked of you, Hugh. Could you not have rendered us a lascivious limerick lamenting the absence of litotes?
Howie, Hugh was probably confused thinking that a nan might be anon or a nun, certainly not an inn or a noon.
Here is a bunch of them suggested by Google:
This suits some Nans and not others:
GUARANTEE Philip Oakes
You are veined like a leaf.
Babies have tenderised your breasts,
Munching the tissues with their bony gums.
Your fingers are scored
By chopping knives, the oven door,
Hot fat, and rose thorns.
No one would call
You beautiful. Your hair is brindled
By time and weather,
Your skin is foxed
Like a first edition, You show
Distinct signs of wear and tear.
Cats sleep in your lap,
Children come to have their noses blown.
You keep secrets like a strong box.
You are not for special
Occasions, but for everyday. You have
The virtues of denim, wholemeal, and worsted.
You are durable,
You bring words out of storage,
And on your lips they do not sound strange.
Love, duty, service:
Sturdier than slipware, but with the same
Patina, the same hair-line cracks.
In your house, though,
They are for use and not display.
They are not allowed to gather dust,
You are not one
For ornaments. They break easily
Or get in the way.
You prefer shelves, tables,
Lives to be uncluttered. Without distraction
Wood shows its grain, glass its sparkle.
You are happiest
When nothing goes remarked, and celebration
Is the act itself.
You are patient with people,
And implements, you can tie knots,
And start engines. Vegetables grow for you.
I will not praise you, beyond saying
That you are able, amiable, and welcome.
You meet all guarantees. You are as promised.
Hi, i am new to the phorum and would appreciate some help. I would like to read a poem at my nan's funeral on behalf of all her grandchildren. We all live so far away and not all have access to email so i would like to read an already written piece as opposed to writing one. Please help!