The wind is like life, it blows by faster than you think and every time you blink a new life starts. Not everyone gets to go that far. Sometimes I wonder how many people are gone, no matter what life must go on. It doesn't matter if it means people die, mo matter what you still know why. No matter what people say because you know that you will see them again someday.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~I LOVE YOU GRANDMA~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
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Angel - Your poem is absolutley beautiful. I know that Grandma would have absolutely loved it.
Love you and am so proud of you,
Janda
Angel-
Your poem is great, keep writing. Grandma loved all of her grandkids,and kids. She loved how we are all creative, so keep it up.
Beautiful work.
Love Kassie
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