Nana's ashes

Ashes, ashes
Flowing ‘cross the river
Whenever I visit there
The rocks are withered

I remember the smell of her yogurt,
And the scent of her green tea,
I wish she came back to tell me,
The stories of the princess and the pea,

Amazing apples we picked off branches,
It was nice just her and me,
She was as happy as the sun shining down,
She always thought of me encouragingly,

I enjoyed watching the wiggles,
When I was four,
We had a great time
And never got bored,

Ashes, ashes,
Flowing ‘cross the river,
Whenever I visit there,
The rocks are withered.