Weeping Willow

If you were here today auntie what would you say to me?, 

Would you be proud or disappointed,

Of the nephew who nicknamed you Lucy?,

I dreamt of the night you passed away, 

And woke up to the call on my mothers birthday, 

There was so much I wanted to ask, 

But you were gone in a flash like a cherry after it’s ashed, 

I hate the hole you left in it’s place, 

Only getting to touch a box instead of that frozen freckled face, 

You gave me advice when I need it, 

And scolded me when you needed, 

Even sunny days have their cloudy phase, 

We spread what remains with the morning rain, 

How does it feel to be free from all this pain and suffering?, 

I’ll see you soon somehow just hold my crown, 

Because this kings castle is crumbling.