On Saying Goodbye
The last time I saw my grandmother
As I held her hand
I would never forget how
her blue eyes held me
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Ahna Lewis
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Very emotive, so much converted in such few words. Truly well done ❤️✨🙏
This made me so emotional! Very well done!
Beautiful, poignant. A moment to hold your heart & soul for an eternity.
Hey, just letting you know I shared this poem in my story Poppy's Preferences: https://vocal.media/journal/poppy-s-preferences-pt-5
I'm so sorry for your loss. This is an incredibly beautiful poem though
I'm sorry you lost her.
Lovely.
<3