Nanna

An old woman lies waiting

Waiting for death

Her mind gone before her

Her body is left.

She functions each day

Repetition gets her through

She repeats each cycle

There is naught left to do.

Eventually her body

Will catch up with her mind

But until then it’s simple

We need to treat her just fine.

She has travelled a journey

Of days I cannot count

Seasons and seasons

Built up an account

She draws from it now

As death looms quite near

We remember her younger

When she did things dear

She taught me to cook

The most amazing chocolate cake

And as for the card games

She was quite a snake

Sneaky and tricky

She’d ocassionally let us win

And on the piano

That piano she made sing.

She was my grandmother

My nanna most dear