A poem in memory of my sister, Chris Penny
How to describe dear Chris who is gone?
To her children she will always be Mum,
Granny Cats was also a favourite name,
With ‘Crazy’ perhaps her claim to fame.
‘Wacko’ and ‘quirky’ do spring to mind,
Plus ‘strong and loyal’, ‘one of a kind’.
Outspoken’s another word we might use,
She was certainly happy to share her views!
A bit of a rebel, Chris denounced silly rules,
But could fix anything with one of her tools.
For family and friends she was always there,
And for every pet, full of loving care.
Chris was young at heart, like Peter Pan,
And was Paddington Bear’s greatest fan.
Be it a bike or pony, she loved to ride,
Then mopeds and minis she drove with pride.
She could recall in detail any sight she’d seen,
And list in order each king and queen.
She had a real talent for all kinds of art,
And in Crossroads had that walk-on part.
At work Chris developed a knack for sales,
About which she’d tell so many funny tales.
And when she relaxed at the end of the day,
She might sing along to Sinatra’s ‘My Way’.
The kids just loved how their Granny Lady
Wore baseball caps to keep cool and shady,
And if that also meant pulling a silly face,
With Chris that would never be out of place!
So that’s who she was, the unique Mrs P.
We loved you lots, please R. I. P.
