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...
My mother never got to see her granddaughter she died 1 month after she was born