Analysis of Granny

There's only one heart I've ever loved sincerely
My mum and dad didn't prepare a cradle
they left a newborn baby loaf
My granny's hands and chest and lap were my bed
and her love was food for the baby loaf to grow
I don't blame my mum and dad but
can't call them by these holy words
I found the two of them on my granny's shoulders
She was old and tired in her hut at the
top of a green green hill where we hunt
butterflies and picked up flowers and herbs
She tought me how to be grateful to the simple moments of life
and how to keep the torch to fight against the darkness
Your parents were like perfume but remember she said
each perfume disappears after a while