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Great grandma

Standing in a garden and old memories is floating by my mind,
so young and I remember her apron,
tender touch and soft wind through her roses,
soft scent filled her home of sweet flowers,
Her kind eyes and adoring, I look at her with love,
standing in a garden while old memories flood my mind.
A warm summer dew and she take my hands
walking to her roses, "Child, pick one and only one that you want"
I picked the smallest roses, for it was so bright
Great-Grandma smiled and said "Child, you are beautiful!"
I miss her tender touch and her apron, for her touch and wisdom.
As the years went by, I sat by her bedside and held her hands,
Listening to her stories and loving her with all my heart.
As she pass away to heaven, I find myself in my own garden
and remembering her whisper in the wind.

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Great grandma, by Phyllis Perry 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Saroj Gupta More than 1 year ago
I AM SO HAPPY............
Young-Prince Ezekiel-Tobiloba 9 months ago
This clearly depict your love for your grandma
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