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Treasures of Your Soul
A lonely little girl lost and frightened of the world, I knew only of sorrow, tears and death; I hid myself in the tangle of my hair and refused to talk; Hugging my only friend and companion, a doll, Then Grandma took me under her wings and changed my life. In an attic room, I cried and cried . . . We would sit in her sunny kitchen with the teapot, From fine china cups we would sip and dunk; She told me stories of the past, of people I did not know; I watched her lips and her changing expressions, And inside of me a seed was planted, a gift given. She gave me a writing journal and my own pen, Write me a story was her only request; And in my sweet attic room, I wrote and wrote, At the kitchen table she would read my stories, Grandma saved my life, slowly I found my little voice. She is my treasure and when she died my heart broke, I will never forget the kindness and gifts given; She took a broken child and gave her the skill of words; A grandma, a muse, an angel that watches over me. Now in a peaceful cemetery I read her stories that I write. In an attic room, I cried and cried . . . ___________________ August 10, 2013 Poetry/Verse/Treasures Of Your Soul Copyright Protected, ID 08-498-023-10 All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
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