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A Rose

With my tears
I write words
That rip souls

You speak of a God
Tell him to come
witness a man crumble

Since you left
Life is a vivid tragedy
no playwright can master

This pen is not worthy
To write of you
Only tears can paint
An image that makes God
Pray for counsel

My words seem useless
your God must be jealous
So, he took you to his palace
A soul that is worthy
Of angelic wings

Wherever you are
Paradise or pastures
You watch over
My troubled mind

I never said goodbye
And if tears are weakness
Well I confess to the crime

I didn’t shed a tear
For you, grandma
In this cold world
You stand as a rose

If hearts could speak
Mine would
Ask your god
Why take a rose
from a garden of weeds

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Grandma didn't leave, she just lives in another house.
One day you will be sent an invitation to go there.
She knows that you are OK as she watches you each day
You can still talk to her she is but a thought away.
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Very touching and a wonderful write for your grandmother. I was very close to mine and lost her several years ago to cancer. It was a terrible loss and I still feel it every day but I know she isn't far away. Your grandmother is still with you and watching from a distance. Thoughts and prayers go out to you...

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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