Goodbye

This is about my Great Grandmother, I called her Nanny, but her name was Mary Brookman Morris.
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As she moves on without me, I mourn the loss of touch,
I lose the warmth of embrace, but I retain the love.

Etched not in my heart, is the picture of her face,
But ever living inside me, her legacy of grace.

She braved the test of time, to play out in the snow,
With a lonely little boy, his face how she made glow.

Picking apples in the spring, to make his favorite dish,
She did all she earthly could, to meet his every wish.

The years went on and on and still she tried and tried,
To show him all the love for him, that she had inside.

Now that she is finally gone, I will not forget,
The times I spent with her, they were the best of yet.

I’ll remember as she was, the Nanny that I know,
Apples in the spring, and playing in the snow.

I’ll remember perfect love, and how it didn’t end,
How she was my Nanny, and how she was my friend.

This is hard to do, so I’ll try not to cry,
But I have to do it now, I have to say good-bye.

So I’ll wrap this up right now, and every word was true,
Something I couldn’t say enough, Nanny, I love you!
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I miss her.