Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Gramma's Girl
Your velvet hat upon my head,
I walk the steep memories, weeping.
I wrote a poem to you when you passed,
Spoke at your funeral as the purple
Flowers wilted, and still couldn't mourn.
You walked out, I never got to say goodbye.
I reflect on what I would have said,
What I could have said, and how it
Would have made no difference anyways.
8-29-11
I walk the steep memories, weeping.
I wrote a poem to you when you passed,
Spoke at your funeral as the purple
Flowers wilted, and still couldn't mourn.
You walked out, I never got to say goodbye.
I reflect on what I would have said,
What I could have said, and how it
Would have made no difference anyways.
8-29-11
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