Jokes abound about mothers-in-law. I was lucky with mine. We always got on well and she had a fabulous relationship with our children.
I wrote this poem on 11 October, 2007, just a few days after she died.
The grass will still be green
The sky will still be blue
But something will be missing
from the world that we once knew.
The phone will still be ringing
But she won’t be on the line
Who will we tell our news to
like we used to all the time.
The parties will go on
With food and drink and kissing
But there’ll be an empty chair
The one we love is missing.
Our children will grow up
With memories they can share
The world’s the same but different
now their grandma isn’t there.
Hettie Neidle, 24 August 1917 – 5 October 2007
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems