Nancy Blake

In the Red Door Cafe every evening around four She sits at table by the window for a half an hour or more And with her cappucino she eats a slice of cake The gray haired octogenarian endearing Nancy Blake. You need not be a genius to tell that she came from far away For that accent she brought with her remains with her today She arrived by ship in 1938 on the fourteenth day of May I love this southern country Nancy from Swansea say. Her son his daughter and her children live on the Sunshine Coast And she does not see them often once every two years at most She says they keep in contact once a forthnight by phone And that she never feels lonely though she lives all alone. She says I never did return to Wales not even for a holiday And who would know me in Swansea now for I am old and gray And though I'll spend my last days in Victoria by the Pacific sea A migrant in this Southern Land is all I'll ever be. Whenever I meet her in the cafe she greets me with a smile Saying sit here at my table and we'll talk for awhile We came from neighbouring Countries not all that far apart And my grandmother was Irish she was so kind of heart. At the Red Door Cafe every evening around four She sits at table by the window for half an hour or more And with her cappucino she eats a slice of cake The gray haired octogenarian endearing Nancy Blake.