We knew you as Eve
and to my young eyes
When they handed out grandmothers
I got the prize
A weaver of tales
and a spinner of yarns
Your words had me spellbound
like magical charms
A tale of two creatures
was a favourite of mine
So I knew it by heart
by the time I was nine
A vain white rabbit
and a dim-witted mole
Were abruptly acquainted
when she fell in his hole
She begged him for help
so he prayed for her soul
Whilst her beautiful fur
slowly blackened like coal
Decades have passed
since we last saw your face
But your wonderful stories
leave an indelible trace
To those who loved you
As dearly as me
These treasures now form
Your legacy
Copyright © Claire-Louise Osorio, 2020
