This thoughtful poem was contributed by a reader today. It is presented here exactly as it was sent to me – I think it speaks for itself.
She put a drawing in grandmas coffin,
Afterall shes only five years old,
How do you tell an infant,
How her grandma died so bold. ?
She fought the bedroom tax,
But Atos dealt deaths blow,
59 years old,
Its Tory ideology we know.
Fit for work despite her heart,
And arthritus in her bones,
4o years in that house,
A place she called her home.
When her grandaughter is older,
She will read and then she.ll know,
Why mummy cried and grandma died,
Its Tory ideology you know.
– Norman Dickson