This is a poem about how i felt when nan died. It's not a rhyming one.
For five solid months you were ill
I couldn't stand seeing you
lying there, your head resting on a pillow
Pain has driven you mad.
I recognise the irony nan
my mother and i were fighting
when we got the call
that stopped us.
The tubes they put in you
they are like knives to me
watching you lie there
but you depend on those tubes
a woman as strong as you
How comes that the head
that has helped you survive
kill you in this way?
When you died
i didn't know what to think
releif or sorry
that you had left the agony
All i know is this
you were my second mother
I am only grateful that i knew you
and that i called you Nanny.
I love you nanny lil. X
