Analysis of A Lullaby With Love

Upon a colorful quilt in my family for generations, was my grandmother of old, lying heavily on my shoulder sobbing for me to calm her weary mind and tired body, will you sing to me a lullaby? So a bedtime song I did sing, from deep within I sung with much feelings for her, to my surprise Grandma begin to cry, without an opened eye to gaze upon it was as though her eyelids weighed a ton, then I heard her whisper to my soul, I have cried myself to sleep, a deep slumber, so don't weep for me, for where I am , I'm  always warm, there I am no longer of this cold world to seek cover.