I think Nana was named after her cat Mary the cat didn't like me much She thought she ran the house, I thought so too I just wouldn't give her that as well She'd hiss and stare and give me the creeps One night I dreamed she tied me away Sent me on a boat to never return At dawn, she stretched and washed herself and seemed surprised that I was still there My great-grandma died at almost a hundred I believe the cat lived just as long It might have died or moved away Or she's immortal just as I thought She must miss Nana just like I do They were good friends until the end Or so I imagine, I really wasn't there
I'm not sure what qualifies as poetry and I'm mostly just putting down what is on my mind for now