Try to remember what my nana, Floss, would say
Someone’s telling a story and she’s amazed
It wasn’t “fancy” or “I’ll be blowed”
Maybe it was “nev-er!” or “say it’s not so”?
I think it was “true” — either question or statement.
And what of my childish chat, no abatement?
As she worked like billy-oh to run the house smooth
I’d follow, try to help, mostly intrude
(strife, kids are prolific)
She’d listen and grin and ’twas always: “Triffic!”
Today’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) prompt/challenge was to think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.
“Triffic!” — I love this! 🙂
You called your Grandma “Floss”? That’s just triffic 😉
I call her nana but Floss is her name (Florence)