Her hair was white as snow.
A smile that shined like gold...
A heart that bright,
Led us to the light,
To unite...
His stature was ever bold like,
an eye that saw through cold.
A heart that strong
Led us along
To right the wrong...
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
Her hair was white as snow.
A smile that shined like gold...
A heart that bright,
Led us to the light,
To unite...
His stature was ever bold like,
an eye that saw through cold.
A heart that strong
Led us along
To right the wrong...
To the people before us, that believed in us to carry on their noble legacy. This is a poem about my grandparents.
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