Grandma
I've cried many tears
For many different reasons
But when you left is when I cried the most
You watched over me
You loved me
I was growing closer to you everyday
You told me stories
You never told me lies
I trusted you
When you went away I didn't want you to
I knew we'd all miss you
Everyone said you were in a better place
You were in pain
That you couldn't carry-on
I miss you
I'll always miss you
But in a funny way, you'll always be here with me.
Dedicated To: Hilda P. Smith/ my mom-mom
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