She smelled of the warmest life

What are your interpretations of the subject of this poem? Who is it to? I want to see how you guys read into it.

There is a grave

Down by the pond

Dug for her body

As she passes on

And to give her comfort

When the night gets cold

Because she passed

Due to growing old

I wish I had her favorite things

Left in my room

So when I miss her

By the afternoon

I have something to hold close

As I look out the window

when I wish that

She had never grown old

I wish I could smell her scent

As if she was here

But I realize

She'll never again be near

Oh if only

We had met just a little before

Maybe this pain

Wouldn't last much more

I miss the sound

That she would make

When she would wake me up

Perhaps by mistake

And then as an apology

She would give me a kiss

And then my world

Would turn to bliss

I miss her

It's no lie

Sometimes when I think about her

All I can do is cry

But I remember

Just how great

Her life was

Before life's mistake

And I thank our

Dear mother nature

For the life

That she gave her

But I won't pretend

That what killed her

Wasn't her very own

Forsworn creator

She was taken from me

Far too soon

It feels like she's out of grasp

Like I'm reaching for the moon

I wish I held her

Just one more time

Before death

Called her "mine"

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