Some are gone
remembered
by ivy
in the living room.
Some are alive
holding their first
great
grand
child.
And pouring cups of tea
to keep us warm.
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Some are gone
remembered
by ivy
in the living room.
Some are alive
holding their first
great
grand
child.
And pouring cups of tea
to keep us warm.
To learn more about my 108 Poetry Challenge or to donate click here.
Thank you, She meant the world to me.