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She Misses YouMom, your granddaughter cried on my shoulder last night, she misses you deeply send her your shining light. I've been trying my best to give her all of the comfort I can, her tears of sadness fall when I take her by the hand. I hope you don't mind, Mom I gave her pictures of you, don't want her to forget the good times even if, she is feeling blue. She keeps asking me why you had to leave so soon, I can't understand it myself trying to comfort each other, 'neath the moon. Copyright Cynthia Jones July.10/2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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