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Nov 2012
Please don't cry
over her
to why she says
is the best thing she done
in life

life to her gave her pleasure to know
who she was
what she was
until she meant
the one
the only one
the meant all to her

don't cry
when she isn't near you
just look ahead
think of the good old days that gone by
she'll take the dying heart of herself
rest in peace
to her final good bye to herself
all she would see

is the painted picture of you
in her mind
by time goes
her memories will fade away into a cloud
where there is no more
joy to remember by

it's up to the one
she adore in life
who gave all
to what she needed the most

love came
a grand surprise to meet the one
she thought
who would never give the pleasure of happiness

please don't cry
over her
look at the painted pictures
he drew of her
in his mind where every day tells a story
why pictures are done

most the part is
looking around the house
what two people share and made the home
into a loving home just for two
unity of the bound
the love making
that brought
many children in our life
to give a more grand of surprise
to what we share

she may not see him any longer
she may not sleep with him any longer
feeling the comfort gone
feeling the one beside her as she sleeps

very did the time go
why did she take sick
why her why her
he ask to himself
someone precious as an
Angel up above ask her
why now

when life just begone for more the just a memory
it's a memory of faith to believe in hope
to look over our children
where they to
find the love within themselves
made it a bond
with a wife or husband they married into

look at it now
Christmas is near
children everywhere born to live long
sad of herself
tears inside will never show

life began many long ago
now taken to early
she'll miss the laughter in the rain

children, children
grandchildren to her
what a Blessing of time
so close so far yet

time has gone
when now
a wife
a mother
a grandmother

is taken so soon
in an empty chair
where that loving person was

is the wife to her mate
is the mother who play taught them meaning
love faith joy hope
each child she bare is the Blessing
by two parents
that gave them life
to be

now once again
taken by love
she'll never get to see
the love of her grandchildren
growing up
being who they are

living a life as they are now
taught by love
gave them hope
a special in life for them

is to
taken away from them
to early in time

please don't cry
over her
all she wants
to be remember
by the love
she gave to all

each year
when Christmas comes along
just save an empty sit
for the next generation to come

please name the child
a
Blessing
of their
grandmother
they would never see
each year

when Christmas comes along
the child
be remember
by the loving grandmother
who sat
in a empty chair
for years

now gone
to the love of heaven

please don't cry
Written by
Annamaria Gagno  Hamilton Ontario
(Hamilton Ontario)   
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