Grandmother Poem

My memories of my grandmother who was taken away from me are all I have left of her. These memories I cherish very much.

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Our Box Of Memories

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Published: January 2009

You and I have made a box,
it's called our box of memories.

I can't hear your voice,
but you have put it in our special box.

I look forward to sleep at night,
so I can see your healthy body and smiling face,
and it gives me comfort from dreams of you.

I wish I could put my dreams of you in an album
for everyone to see,
but I'm thrilled that you and I could put those dreams
in our box of memories.

Although I have a few best friends,
one of my best friendships is in our box of memories.

The day you died I cried,
for deep down inside you took my heart.
Even though we are physically apart,
you will always be in my heart.

I wish I could see you every day,
but all I need to do
is open up our box and there you will be,
in our precious box of memories.

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