Nanny, you, a royal shadow,
And I, a speck of black.
You'd leap twice as high towards the sun
And I'd fall twice as hard way back.
Sniffling in sheer distress,
I would cry a river of tears.
Yet you, oh you, would stop and smile,
Doing so for many years.
You'd stop and smile,
I'd think a while,
And both of us would rest.
Although my speck grew,
Yours stayed the same
But then went limp one day.
Eleven years old, I had no thoughts
Of dancing with Death's scythe,
Yet you, oh you, would stop and smile,
Dangling by threads of life.
Oblivious, I wrote;
Ambiguous, you spoke:
"Own your shadow: mine has broke"
...
Oh, nan, if I had a day
To sit with you, to laugh and say:
"I'll miss you nan, don't go away";
Your shadow left us anyway.
So I still dance alone.
The sky still mourns with blue.
And though I try, I can't deny
It's not the same without you.
For all I see and all I care,
Established in one line,
Was how I should have shown more care
And to that, I must whine:
How can I cast a shadow
With no sunshine by my side?
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Poem number two is complete. This was written when I was 14, three years after I had lost my nan to lung cancer.
It was a tough time for me, and I ended up being diagnosed with depression when I was 12. Although I swiftly recovered during the summer of 2014 (when I was 13), I still had a lot of grief for my nan.
That's why I now have a necklace that my nan always wore, and I now wear that every day. It reassures me that, although I'm not religious, I'm able to take my nan with me anywhere and everywhere.
For those who have been through similar situations, I am sorry life had to challenge you like this. Nevertheless, I learnt to become far more resilient, which my friends, family and school acknowledged very quickly. I wish you all safe and easy recoveries from any events that have changed your daily lives.
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Rhythm and Rhyme
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