Tell me what happens When the last of them fall Will the sun cease To share its love with the sky? Will the wall built on sacrifice Crumble to the ground As we lay beneath it? Can stars covered in cloud Shine as brightly as before? Or will all that we know Fade, quiet and serene Never to be seen again? What will we do When the last of them fall? Can we ever regain That which we have lost?
Written after the death of my grandmother, who was the last living grandparent I had