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Dec 2012
The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday
Pressed between the pages
So they couldn't fade away

Grandma would read us stories
From her bible every night
But she'd stop to smell the roses
That the pages held so tight

She'd always smile and close her eyes
As she traced the petal's form
Her mind would drift to things long passed
As her broken heart would warm

She'd tell us of a oak tree
Where Grandpa carved her name
The place where they got married
Where two hearts beat the same

He gave her on their wedding day
This rose she loves to touch
It takes her back to yesterday
To a man she loved so much

The day that Grandma passed away
And we laid her in the grave
We buried her with that bible
And the flowers that Grandpa gave
Written by
Whiskurz
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   Ingrid and Mandy Berry
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