A New Woman
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sad to see the sight of his last eye.
The last piece of his face go in my mind.
So far i couldn't even have the chance to say good bye.
I hope the last moment was a nice memory so he rests in peace.
The perfect bouquet, with silk roses and glittered fake almonds.
With sprinkles of fairytale dust.
With a heart shaped chocolate kiss beside a tiny note with a picture of me and peace and with love to hope you read it before he were gone forever.
Rest in peace, i only hope i was in Yemen at the time on holiday.
Britain was so far, hope will only rise that i wished you received your last memory of me.
Rest in peace Granddad...
I know it's been ages since we ever spoke i wish you hear this poem i had to leave it to this long, from the agony.
Of the fact you died one week before i turned seventeen, you died on the 19Nov and my birthday was just seven days after.
This year i only hope i won't cry too much.
you never even got the chance to know i am getting married on Saturday.
i love you like i always did.
Clinging on to your picture while i sat on my rocking chair up in the attic near the skylight.
rest in peace with great love.
From your British granddaughter Hiqmat.
The last piece of his face go in my mind.
So far i couldn't even have the chance to say good bye.
I hope the last moment was a nice memory so he rests in peace.
The perfect bouquet, with silk roses and glittered fake almonds.
With sprinkles of fairytale dust.
With a heart shaped chocolate kiss beside a tiny note with a picture of me and peace and with love to hope you read it before he were gone forever.
Rest in peace, i only hope i was in Yemen at the time on holiday.
Britain was so far, hope will only rise that i wished you received your last memory of me.
Rest in peace Granddad...
I know it's been ages since we ever spoke i wish you hear this poem i had to leave it to this long, from the agony.
Of the fact you died one week before i turned seventeen, you died on the 19Nov and my birthday was just seven days after.
This year i only hope i won't cry too much.
you never even got the chance to know i am getting married on Saturday.
i love you like i always did.
Clinging on to your picture while i sat on my rocking chair up in the attic near the skylight.
rest in peace with great love.
From your British granddaughter Hiqmat.
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