A tiny grey haired lady
Smiling whenever we met
Always pleased to see me,
Time well spent.
A weaver of tales
Of murders long ago,
Braids of many colours,
Just like Josephs coat.
But I never heard her sing
We only got to talk.
I miss her geniality
Her thoughtful tenderness,
Without my adopted Grandmother
I can really be a mess.
This is your first Christmas apart
Terry,
I want you to know my thoughts are
with you here within my heart.
Author notes
Gillian was one of my good friends who sadly passed away.
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A contest entry
- A Christmas Challenge - Priceless Gifts by thelordreigns.
900 points, ended December 26, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A beautiful way to remember a loved one. This is also a touching gift.
Thank you for your entry.
- joanne
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