MY GLAMOROUS GRANDMA

This is a poem inspired by the novel I’m currently writing.

My grandma lived in Saint-Tropez

She took me in as just a babe.

My mum and dad I don’t recall,

They died when I was much too small.

Grandma, such a glamourpuss,

Had famous friends, Brigitte Bardot!

Brigitte and Grandma loved to party,

Those cheeky girls could be quite naughty!

Sasha Distel, that gorgeous man,

Would lie around getting a tan.

I’d push him in the pool sometimes,

Jump in with him, he didn’t mind.

The Janes would come for sleepovers,

I’m talking Fonda, Birkin here of course.

We’d dine al fresco, they’d get quite sloshed,

Smoke funky cigarettes, talk hogwash!

Alain Delon, he loved my Gran,

And often showed up unannounced.

“Ma chère”, he’d say, “I need your advice,

I’m in a pickle with my lovelife!”

My friends would come play after school

They thought Grandma was really cool.

She drove a big convertible,

A turquoise gas guzzler with silver rims.

She played her tape deck really loud,

Her taste in music made me proud.

We’d park on beaches, fancy free,

Dance around in our bare feet!

My Grandma is no longer here,

She passed away at ninety-three.

Her funeral was a wild affair,

With celebrities from everywhere.

Grandma lived her life with zest,

She left me with just one request:

“Stella, you must promise me,

To never give up on your dreams.”