Occasionally, I will be posting some of my poetry.
This piece was writtem quite a while ago after the death of my grandmother - sorry if it's a bit morbid!

Gone

 

Your skin once so ruddy and plump with life looks grey against the whiteness of your linen shroud. The lines around your mouth and eyes which showed the laughter in your life, are gone. Gone are the worry lines from your brow which showed how much you cared for each and every one of us. Gone is the warmth you shared with everyone you knew, and As I see you lying there so cold, I know that what I see is just a shell. My nan, she is no longer there, but her love and warmth live on inside my heart.