Please, Nanny, Don't Die
A Villanelle
Each night, I would cry, please, nanny, don't die
You promised you'd stay till I was fifteen
As I grew older, I lived with your lie
I didn't quite know how to say goodbye
The cancer inside you was harsh and mean
Each night, I would cry, please, nanny, don't die
You didn't make it, you took to the sky
And left me in darkness, no more routine
As I grew older, I lived with your lie
I grew through the pain as time went on by
And met with depression at age fourteen
Each night, I would cry, please, nanny, don't die
I couldn't seem to leave my pillow dry
For the tears I shed, I kept them unseen
As I grew older, I lived with your lie
After years without you, I wondered why
You couldn't have stayed till I was a teen
Each night, I would cry, please, nanny, don't die
As I grew older, I lived with your lie
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Comments (2)
I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Oh, how sad. I'm sorry for your loss if this is a personal poem. Nice job with the villanelle.