Treasure Island

Joann Carrano Passmore

(July 3,1955 / Port Jefferson, Long Island NY)

My Grandbabies


My grandbabies I miss with all of my heart
For reasons unknown to me we are kept apart
I use to get to see them for a while
And I would sit and watch them smile

Time is going by so quick
This is something we cannot choose or pick
For each year that comes and go
My grandbabies will never know

The love I have for them will always grow
And the time will continue to go
For one day I hope they will be
Home again for me to see

I pray to God up above
To send them my ever lasting love
To let them know that I am here
And I will always love them and care

I hope one day they will know
That I did not want them to go
For if it was left up to me
They would be where here for me to see

Submitted: Monday, January 17, 2011

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