"Kylie"

KYLIE IS MY GRANDDAUGHTER.
I MISS HER, OH SO MUCH!
I'M TOLD SHE'S IN A BETTER PLACE,
BUT SHE'S NOT HERE TO TOUCH.

WITH GRANDCHILDREN ALL AROUND ME,
I MISS HER SMILING FACE,
HER TWINKLING BLUE EYES THAT SPARKLED
AND HER GOLDEN HAIR, THAT ALWAYS SEEMED IN PLACE.

SHE SANG, SHE DANCED, SHE PLAYED HIDE AND GO-SEEK.
LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT HER BODY WAS SO WEAK.

SHE'D TAKE MY HAND, AND THEN SHE'S SAY,
NANNY, OH NANNY, PLEASE LET'S PLAY.

WE'D SIT, PLAY HOUSE, HAVE SOME TEA,
AND READ A BOOK ABOUT DOROTHY.

MY HEART IS BROKEN, MY HEART IS SO SAD.
YET, I WANT GOD TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT MAD.
HE MUST HAVE A PLAN, I'M SURE THIS IS TRUE.
BUT IT'S HARD FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND
THE THINGS HE MUST DO.

I PRAY FOR A SIGN TO KNOW SHE IS NEAR;
A HUG, A SQUEEZE, A WHISPER IN MY EAR.
I HAVE NO DOUBT, I HAVE NO FEARS,
THAT SHE WILL COME AND WASH AWAY MY TEARS.

SHE'LL TAKE MY HAND AND SHOW ME THE WAY.
AND THEN, IN HER VOICE, I'LL HEAR HER SAY,
"NANNY, OH NANNY, PLEASE LET'S PLAY,
AND PLAY AND PLAY AND PLAY!

  ALL MY LOVE FOREVER,
NANNY OR NANNO
(AS I WAS SOMETIMES CALLED
BY KYLIE ANN ROSSET)