My nan died three weeks ago and I am devestated. None of my family are talking about her and it fustrates me. So I decided to write a poem about her as an outlet.
Just abit of a background. My nan was born and raised in a cottage up in a forest. The ruins are still there and it is on the banks of a little stream. Just wondering if the meaning makes sense.
The ruins of the cottage are standing strong,
the stream ripples as it flows along,
The trees whisper of what once they knew,
towering over where the roses grew.
The fairy fort and the money tree,
the smoke and fog you do not see,
she walks the path towards the light,
there is no longer sound or sight.
The forest once young and full of life
has seen its pain, its hurt, its strife,
Time does not heed to its plea
for immortal years - it cannot see.
those golden paths now lead nowhere
falling leaves - the trees now bare.
The skies of night now loom above
a place that was once so full of love.
And like a gift from higher powers,
her presence still lingers in the flowers,
the wild animals now weep and grieve,
but no in their hearts she will never leave.
honest opinions would be really appreciated. Thanks guys.