My Nanny stands there
at the end of the bed
It’s really quite weird,
because I know she’s dead
But she stands there quite happy
no longer in pain
She tells me she loves me
it’s still just the same
My brother can’t see her
and I’m wondering why
He tells me I’m faking
that I’m telling lies
Mummy’s not sure
but she’d like it to be true
She asked me a question
‘Why’s Nan visiting you?’
I couldn’t give her an answer
I wasn’t that sure
I know Mummy’s sad
by not seeing her anymore
She’s not at all frightening
she’s pretty and bright
I see her a lot in the day
and through the night
I like nanny coming
I wish she would stay
Her visits have helped me
since she went away
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