Swinging In Heaven
Where is she? I whispered.
She is magical, no telling where.
Her parents pointed to the ceiling.
I went to the roof.
Saw the stars.
She is higher than that, her brother told me.
She has gone to the heavens.
She is up there swinging now.
I was surprised he was okay with this.
But she had suffered for a long time.
She is swinging in the stars
Loving her new life
Suffering no more
The moon winked at me
You will be okay Grandma
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