Come and Gone

I was three
At my great-great nanna's house
A gladiator helmet
My favourite thing
I wonder what it does
As it sits staring at me
I try to play with it
Nanna yells at me!
But when she is dying
She takes my hand and gives it to me
"Take care of it," she says
I take it with me
Everywhere I go
I will treasure it forever.