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Iza Costa Poem
I think of you and I can hear your voice in
paradise ... grandma talk to god to come back
one more time ... until my day comes.
I want to be the girl who played in the room
and I ran into your arms.
Talk to God
that I will be obedient, a good girl
just to have you again with me.
This is not a letter because you never
learned to read with his eyes ...
You always read with your beautiful heart,
my grandmother and foster mother.
I know that God will understand me ...
I always
I will love you my princess with white hair.
I'll wait for you sitting in our old chair ...
Copyright © Iza Costa | Year Posted 2020
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Iza Costa Poem
Angels on Earth
Who went to help the afflicted among the flames?
Who took a risk with bravery and love?
Who saved families and dreams?
They were the ones who took children
and animals in their arms...
fire angels Angels on earth
California Heroes ...
Beloved in Los Angeles
Blessed by God.
Copyright © Iza Costa | Year Posted 2025
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