Nanna
'Stop! Put that back!
Say your grace first.'
Orders these were once,
Orders from my Hanna,
A woman of immense strength.
Through all the sorrows she endured,
A frown she did not wear.
A husband lost, a son taken,
Her mettle deepened further.
She taught me to be in-trepid,
To sail life's stormy seas.
A mentor she has been to me,
From early days till now.
Involuntary my being moves,
To be the woman she saw in me.
Honour, valour stayed with her,
Insipte her ailments, to the last.
She may be resting with Him now,
But her spirit breathes in me!
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