My Nan Poem by kimberley tuck

My Nan is wounderful we talk know and then, when she is down i make her happy again, I love my nan i know she love's me my nan is the loviest person there is to be. When i go over she's in her bed a couple of weeks later she was dead, but know she has gone i dont know what to do there's no one else to talk to. I cry at night because she has gone but there again she lasted long, but i have always loved her from thr start and she will always be in my heart.