Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Grandmothers
One I knew, my staff, the one I always leaned on. Steadfast and wise, she was the one I counted on when everything went wrong in my life. The other was gone to the Heavens above. Maybe she was also there, only the sound of her wings as she cared for me. Now there are two sets of wings, watching over me.
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