My Nana died when I was relatively young. She was an amazing women, well ahead of her time in lots of ways. I would hear stories about her climbing Mont Blanc or taking my mum to Old Trafford and these stories seemed so far removed from the quiet kindness of the person that I knew. To me she was comfort, biscuits in front of the tele and a warm smile. I wrote this poem to say goodbye to her and to say thank you for all that she was.