Pamela Wyatt Poet Light Verse

Granmaw

She lays in the coffin,
So still and sweet.
All our memories,
Couldn’t be beat.
We loved her so much,
But now she’s gone.
Her body is buried,
Beyond the head stone.
We come weeks later,
We miss her so much,
We can’t believe she gone.
She lays in the coffin,
So still and sweet,
All our memories
Couldn’t be beat.
We loved her so much,
But now she’s gone.
They bury her body
Beyond the head stone.




Copyright; 2015
By: Pamela A. Wyatt
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