![]() Grandma JeanA Poem by Megan
Her laugh still roams through the halls she once walked
Her flowers still bloom, just as they promised her they would Her family still lives on, just as she wanted them to Sometimes she'd wear Christmas themed blouses in the middle of June And spend hours caring for her garden She never went one day without red lipstick Or a smile She left with a small grin on her face And her love by her side Now her soul remains like any other angel's would She can't be seen or felt But her presence is surely known. © 2013 Megan |
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3 Reviews Added on September 14, 2013 Last Updated on October 13, 2013 |