My Granma - Poem by Mishah THE LOST SOUL

Sometimes I wonder
That what she really was
Was she an angel?
Wearing human jaws

Was she a fairy?
Having magical powers
Or was she a messenger
With some white flowers

Whoever she was
God sent her for me
But when he took her back
Was she sad or glee?

He took her from me
Leaving with me some tears
My life became colorless
Filled with a set of fears!

Now whenever I think of her
My eyes began to rain
Than comes the sweet memories
In a cute little frame!

She is not closed in my words
Because her personality can’t be explained
Having a lot of facilities
Her life was very plain!

A wish is coming out of my lips
Quickly like a train
That whoever she was
I want her to be my grandma again! !

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 6, 2008

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