I look at a picture on a wall and see love.
See the soul of a women who means so much to one.
Now she's gone, but yet we still feel the love of the woman who was taken
way form us.
To a place we know she really cares of us.
Love her we all way's will.
Even when life seems as if we could not go on. She is still their for us.
She in heaven keeping us all safe.
She is my angel form above.
She is my grandmother.
 
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