Nanny's Music Box

Years ago,
When my nanny was alive,
She had a music box,
Which I received when she died.

Not just any music box,
Its melodic sound,
Ringing through ears,
Like a sad, old hound.

That music box,
Drifts me faraway,
Far back
To nanny's old days.

When I hear the song,
A little teardrop
Rolls down my cheek,
Onto the box.

I've always treasured my music box,
Ever since I was in my cot.
I'll always remember my nanny,
No matter what.