Grandma

Like a wraith, flowing through the wind

between death, and where life will end

carries souls to begin again

I remain Quiet.



To the castles, that where so strong

neglected for the years, so long

they have fallen, yet it feels wrong

I have crumbled.



Rivers flow out of my heart's eyes

listen closely as my heart cries

while I stand here, whilst there she lies

she feels no pain.



As midnight comes, yet it is bright

she died from us on that dark night

it washed away the cancers blight

to God she went.