She was Eliza for a few weeks When she was a baby — Eliza Lily. Soon it changed to Lil. Later she was Miss Steward in the baker’s shop And then ‘my love’, ‘my darling’, Mother. Widowed at thirty, she went back to work As Mrs Hand. Her daughter grew up, Married and gave birth. Now she was Nanna. ‘Everybody Calls me Nanna,’ she would say to visitors. And so they did - friends, tradesmen, the doctor. In the geriatric ward They used the patients’ Christian names. ‘Lil,’ we said, ‘or Nanna,’ But it wasn’t in her file And for those last bewildered weeks She was Eliza once again. ☆ The Orange - Wendy Cope