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Grandma


You Lifted me up when i was down,

masterfully crafted like artwork by him.

beauty at its core kindness unfathomable,

your presance enshrouded me with love.

Swoosh went your soul,

like a whisper through the room,

a void had formed in the depths of my heart.

But the memories of you illuminated my darkness,

bringing me back to the light of love.

When you entered heaven they rejoiced,

they they could finally meet you

MattieRuthWatson my hero.

 

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