She was not a woman of her time
Always ahead in a lot of things
I might not have agreed with all that
With a mind sharper than most would think
Living in a very difficult area
Where the fog prevailed in winter
It had other kinds of problems too
Like other people following my sister home
In the very dark of the night
There was scarcely any light
Me being very small
Was in my Grandmother´s house
Being quite used to other people
Following my sister home
She would quickly open the door
The front door with all the swirling thick fog
Entering in like thick smoke
Behind my poor sister would very often come
Some unknown stranger and stand right
Right on the front doorstep
Saying I am her boyfriend
I was seeing all that happen in real time
My Grandmother without uttering a word
Would slam the front door right in their very face
And they would come round no more
Its something you just don´t forget
I too had those kind of things happen
When I was now growing more
But I would just say no
And that me mates is my encore.
PS:This really happened they would often follow her to the very front doorstep of my Gran´s house saying that they were her boyfriends.
Alas my Gran did not have time for such kind of thing an slammed the front door right in their face.
If she were here right now she would do exactly the same thing as then there was no messing around with her.
All that happened when I was very small now the story has grown very tall.
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