When the sore throats call,
or just for the comfort of it
there was a nice elderly woman who came to look after us
while my parents was at work.
I loved her, and she was so warm hearted and nice.
Sometimes when I was hungry
after having played outside
I came in to our kitchen, and asked for a slice of bread.
I always wanted honey on it, cause she was so generous
and spread a load of the sweet stuff on.,
with butter underneath.
That was sweet heaven!
I treat myself, and then,
I always think of her.