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Her photograph, faded, sepia tones

A rose, shriveled, now brittle and dry

Memories of her many loving ways

Made it harder to say goodbye

Time goes by much too quickly

In a blink of an eye, she was gone

Always the blossom, in my garden of life

Now the flowers are wilted and drawn

To have her plant just one more seed

I’d give anything, to let her know

That she is the reason I am me

From her love I’ve continued to grow


In loving memory of my grandmother, Nana Rose (June 1973) I love you  and miss you more each day.   ❤

April Writing Prompt:  Time blossomed then shriveled – Day 6/30

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