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by Broken Inside May 7, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
One night in August, An angel swept through. She took your hand, And guided you. No one knew how hard it would be, To forget that night. Tears still stream down my face, When I remember you. I remember all those times, When we watched game shows, Till we were up real late. Then as soon as morning’s break, We’d go downstairs and make pancakes. You never complained, not even once. All those days, all those months. Without you is going to be tough. But I’ll be okay. You’re in a better place, Free from pain and heartache. I’ll be there someday. I love you, Grandma.