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Where Jesus Will BeFrom an old dusty shoe box, long forgotten in an attic of old… faded pictures from the past, a connection to long departed souls. Who’s that Grandma? Grandma, Why are you crying? My Darling, that’s your great grandmother, my mother. I’m crying because I miss her so! O’ she looks like you! She’s very beautiful, just like you Grandma! Grandma, how old were you when your mother went to heaven? My Darling, I was just twenty seven. Grandma, will you, Mommy and me go to heaven too? Yes my darling little girl. I pray, someday we will all three go to heaven. O’ That will be so much fun! You, mommy , Great Grandma and me, up in heaven where with Jesus we will be. Grandma please don’t cry. Jackie R. Kays Copyright…2004 Vote for this poem
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