June/My Grandmother
Soft and frail her beauty un vails, So fragil and kind what a grandmother of mine,
Her husband is gone as she struggles to move on, She talks to him every night and day
letting him know she is always here to stay, Walking around through out the house
hoping at times she will see her spouse, Laying in bed she begins to pray letting him know
she will be home one day, To see the Lord that took him away thanking him for letting
them walk day after day, Sitting in her chair wishing he was right there, To hold his hand
and feel his touch, What a husband she has who she loves so much, Through life and death
they walk side by side together forever with love and pride.
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