Grave Poem

Our nanny
Guileless nurturer
Slipped into void
So cold
Ashen

Our Nanny
The earth welcomes her
So do the worms
Yearning
Eager

Our nanny,
Whose frame once housed warmth
Has no blood to
Course through
Those veins

Our nanny,
Whose ship has made shore
Deep in the sands
Sunken,
Buried.

Vera