Grandma
Loving woman dare to say,
Just like a rose bouquet.
Sweet as honey,
Rich with money.
Funny in every-way,
Mostly on a good day.
Talkative in every conversation,
Especially at a train station.
Smelling fresh like oceans,
Just like the Colorado Mountains.
Future life in a place out of here,
Leaving me in tears.
Soon your time has to end,
Leaving me without a lady friend.
Even though I will see you soon,
I will remember you each year with a balloon.
A balloon to represent the love, and the memories,
Leaving you with no apologies.
No matter, our lives will never be the same,
But we will always remember each other's name.
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