I lost my great grandmother in the middle of last year. I was so close to her and she was such a big part of my life and memories that it's hard not to be reminded of her the whole time.
I especially related to the third stanza. The food we used to eat with my gran was so . . . Unforgettable. Roasts, spaghetti Bolognese, apple strudel, Chinese, anything from the freezer, most of all, doughnuts and Ferraro Roche chocolates. She had a sweet tooth, you might say! All these meals we eat fairly often in our home, so they bring back some hard memories.
Even though we can't snap our fingers and not cry or be sad anymore, I've always thought that that's what they would have wanted: for us to get over them, but, at the same time, remember them. Of course, it's an impossible balance.
As for the actual poem, I thought it was excellent. I liked the rhymes and the title, as it seems so . . . truthfully endearing, I suppose is the correct term. The last stanza sent me into tears. It was so powerful, well written and worded. And, above all, it rang true. Anyway, brilliant. Nominated X