Why?

Why?
The oak picture of my favourite and only Nanny
She lived and she died and for so long I cried
Wishing that she lived for longer

All I have now to remind me of her is a picture,
a picture and frame,
a single picture frame,
nothing but one picture and frame

Why?
WHY?
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE?

When I think of her I start to cry
Seconds upon seconds,
Hours upon hours,
Days upon days,
Years upon years
All these times come and go.

My Nanny had pain and then it went away
but pain has come to me,
pain of sadness,
pain of crying,
pain for those who are dying.

My heart is pounding like someone trying to break free from a prison
My heart sinks into sadness

Why, oh why did she have to die?