Nan's Handkerchief

It sat as a memory in the palm of my hand,
The life of my Nan,
Every crease, every pattern,
It was a journey patiently waiting to happen,

It was a gift from the heavens,
From her to me,
It was waiting to be unraveled,
To unleash her memory, for me to see,

She had experienced a magical life,
Stolen too soon,
By a dreadful knife,
That cut through her brain and unleashed gloom,

The creases showed the light,
The patterns showed her smile,
The green showed her courage,
The pink showed that she never treated anyone like rubbish,

It sat as a memory in the palm of my hand,
The life of my Nan,
Every crease, every pattern,
It was a journey that had happened