In His Arms Again
As we drove down the road, I began to cry.
There were flowers surrounding parts of the ground.
All different kinds, it was a cool, cloudy day, and we had finally arrived at our
destination.
My stomach sank as i walked onto the grass.
When I got to his grave sight i cried, but i smiled for him.
It had been so long, but i was again in the arms, in the presence of my grandpa
once again.
Copyright © Whitney Watts | Year Posted 2007
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