The beautifulest of all
Maybe it was the way she took care
of me with love, as if I would break
Maybe it was the way she would tend my clothes with such willingness,
allthough being sick
Maybe it was the way she talked to me in such a sweet voice,
like a the melody of the chimes being blown by the wind
Maybe it was the way she hugged me when she saw me
Maybe it was the effort she made to walk, talk, cook, while suffering
Maybe it was the way she smiled at me,
such a lovely smile, one that lightened my heart
Maybe it was the way her curly hair resembled mine
Maybe it was her lovely soul, her kindness, friendliness
It was the way she loved me, it was the way she embraced me after years
It was the way she she took care of me, it was the way she held me tight
It was her..... MY GRANDMA
A rose, a beautiful flower
The flower that stood out the most
It was her my grandma a beautiful butterfly, that spread her wings and flew
Who lived a good life, deserved the best, who was loved a lot.
Who left many heart broken, weeping, with an empty space in their heart
And who will be missed and always be loved
It was the way she loved me, it was the way she embraced me after years
It was the way she held me tight, it was her...
My grandma
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