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I thought you were immortal,
a childish fantasy,
But when god took you to heaven,
he also took a part of me.
You watched me grow up,
I watched you grow old,
i loved being at your house,
and listening to the stories that you told.
You were a wise woman,
someone non-judgmental and sweet,
until some one called you granny,
then someone was going to get their butt beat!
I miss our long talks,
staying up late into the night,
all the "unwanted" advice,
was somehow always right.
I know you are proud of me,
but i wish i had listened more,
you tried to help me so much,
and now my heart is sore.
I wish I could have been there,
to spend a little more time with you,
But i love you grandma,
and i know you love me too.
I thought you were immortal,
a childish fantasy,
But even though god took you to heaven,
I know somehow, your still here with me.
Copyright © Amanda Turnure | Year Posted 2013
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