Cally A. Nixon

Rookie (9-17-93 / Kansas)

My Counselor, My Friend, My Grandma - Poem by Cally A. Nixon

You were my,
consolent grandma...
And one of,
my few too many friends.

Where am I gonna go,
when life proves too hard to handle? ? ?
To you, my counselor,
doesn't hold a candle.

I will miss,
the advising talks...
You were taking down,
my wall block by block.

You were making life,
a little easier to bear...
Now that you're slipping wawy,
I now I took for granted all your care.

In your next form...
Promise me you wll do the same,
for some poor lost soul.

With all the love,
within my cracked and shattered heart...
I will love,
even while we are apart.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010



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