Grandma's Vase

Born in a small Australian pottery
With more value than money can buy,
It stores the memories of the past
And all our final goodbyes.

With the painting of a kangaroo
A vase more fragile than a sapling
It holds the ashes of my beloved grandma
Who is now forever napping?

Sat on top of a brown dresser
It sits there soaking in the sun
Its painted brown like the soil
Her life was definitely an earnt run

But now that she is gone
We all feel a little bit empty
I hope you’re ok up there grandma
We miss you plenty.