21/09/2025
The Stranger By Jan Beaumont Poetry
I had a visitor today who knocked upon my door
I didn’t know just who she was, I’d not seen her before.
She seemed so pleased to see me as her smile was big and bright
I wondered just why she was there, for something seemed not right.
I asked her in to sit a while, to see just why she came
I felt it would be rude to say I didn’t know her name.
She seemed to know me well and was familiar with my home
I have to say it felt quite nice to not be all alone.
She made me tea with biscuits, knew where everything was kept
I felt a little guilty that I somehow seemed inept.
She brought a picture of her kids she couldn’t wait to share
And when she left the house I saw the photo was still there.
There was some writing on the back, I read it carefully
It said ‘We love you, Nana’ but it wasn’t meant for me.
For I do not have grandkids even though that would be great
By now I’m in my eighties so I think it’s far too late.
We had a lovely visit but I really didn’t know
Just who she was, or why she came and it disturbed me so.
She held my hand and smiled at me and said it was so nice
To spend a little time with me, then gave me this advice:
Play some music, for the sound will make the memories flow
Put on some sweet perfume and then right back in time you’ll go.
I tried hard to remember but my memory was unclear
Yet something deep inside me said that she was someone dear.
I still don’t know just who she was but I was glad she’d come
And, as she left, she held me close and whispered ‘Goodbye, Mum.’