Ron Poetry

Ella & Lena

In my dreams there was this pond, with those lilies
I do, because I fell in trying to get one for you...
You laugh that sweet little laugh
But now I cry on that mound of dirt
Being away from you is just too hard
About our promise, I’ll keep it
I’m coming to visit you again.
I see you in every night in my dreams, the guidance, the teachings, and even though you passed before I held your hand, I shall always carry you in my heart.. Ella B. Johnson my grandmother..

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