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dedicated to the deceased |
| Hidden among colorful wreathes Shielded from pain by leafy green A plaque which says what it may A tear somewhere that soon turns gray Encased in silver, covered in white And peppered in peach, a saddening sight The tears which flow, I always knew Nothing to say for none is true What happened then, four months ago, She came to us along with snow A blanket of white covered the ground And we were there as many abound But oh the pain that soon would come Her death so sudden it made us numb What can we do when she is lost But continue on, ignore the cost Yet, for a second, we recognize The pain we feel that’s inside I’ll miss you dearly Grandmother And relinquish you to another line count: 20 |