Nan Gordon I wish I knew you more

I was there at the crematorium

had it not been for that final farewell

I would not remember you so well

You are already vague in my mind

My distorted memory tries to rewind

I used to walk to yours as a kid

I remember the things we did

You loved knitting and showed me how

I could probably still do it now

but the things that matter most

seem to have disappeared with your ghost