This piece was writtem quite a while ago after the death of my grandmother - sorry if it's a bit morbid!
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.