Nonna
She was so young
And in the prime of life
I miss her every day
Much more than she ever thought I would
While I took for granted
We’d never run out of tomorrows
Life got busy
The lord came to take her away
No possibility of second chances
How I ache for just one more yesterday
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on February 13, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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