NANA

She ran carrying her provisions
Her eyes racing her legs.
Afraid to fail her appointed dates
And be reproached by a boss.
She stopped..
Her sighing didn't stop.
She fell down..
Her arms didn't help.
She poured her wine out of her eyes
Till her eyes' urn was emptied.

New in her job
And the train doesn't await her
Whatever happens.
She arrived to a city
Its people are in their city visitors.
Sydney..
The person works hard
To collect big concerns.
She loved it,
But her belief in her alienation
Is a dust squall.
It seems like her field denied her
She grew on fire volcanoes
And the morsel on her tongue
Was the left over of young children.
This mum who they called Nana
And still didn't know her address
Her laughter willed in spring.