Your antique spoons will stain my wrists
You Riveting Rosie I so greatly adore
Wherever you are I pray you are whole
I was there at the end
You don't remember me
Hell, Gramsy, you call me Mandy
I miss and it hurts
Oh God how it still hurts
But for the time we shared
I am so grateful
You are my inspiration
To guide others
Others just like you
To their final resting place
Three generations later
And this is my ode to you