Nana's house Grandad was always up to watch the orb of day rise.

Nana's house

Grandad was always up to watch the orb of day rise,
his brown bakelite radio upon with the news.
Beside it sat a tiny gnome smoking in succession a clay log.
'Eat your crusts, they make your hair curly' he
said. Scared along I would leave the crusts.
At twenty, after a haircut, half my straight-haired
mother's hair went curly She went fireside and
washed it and the other half waveed too.
I did not want this to happen to me In the
bedroom Nana had the high, iron, narrow bed
and Grandad the cheap wide bed. Nana's bed was