When you were a form upon the image of
my reflections, I never looked into the mirror
seeing what was fading within the moments of
your fluttering wings silent in the breeze/

I held that last moment like a breath never
wanting to expel the words of what were
needed. I could not sew then on a memory,
as they were already fraying on the sides.

She was but a sunrise a beauty that would
have shined upon you, lighting up those
precious  moments before you were like
a sunset never to rise again.

                                      She misses you mum.  
                                             Nanny she knows your gone...