GrandmaA Poem by jessthis poem is about my grandma...death is one of the worst of fears, and when it happens there's sure to be tears, tears of the memories, and those of the treasuries, what was lost and what was gained, the thoughts of the deceased will remain, far above the sky and northern star, that's exactly where you are, but somtimes it's clear, that you are so very near, where you are now near or far, I love you so much where ever you are. © 2010 jessReviews
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