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My Angel, My Gram


Poem Of Comfort For Grieving

"I lost my gram in what felt like the blink of an eye. Cancer stole her away from us, but I know that she is not really gone. I wrote this 
poem for her and for me. 
R.I.P Gram, I love you!"

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My nana died yesterday of cancer and this is really beautiful. Thank you so much. I hope you've found peace with your loss now.


Tear drops run down our faces

While our loved one takes her place
In the land of dreams and faith
She waits for the day when life will wake

The sun will rise and the clouds will clear
Her smile we show she is near
We'll feel her strength when a new day is here
And her heart when it's too hard to bear

My angel is one with the bluest eyes
The honest voice and generous spirit
Her love is there whenever we need it
All we have to do is believe it

She may be gone, but that doesn't change
The way she makes us feel every day
When the wind blows by and the trees shake
We hear every word she makes

No matter where we go
She will be there
Always willing to show she cares
She's sitting on her cloud above
Watching all of those she loves

© Julia

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Poem Of Comfort For Grieving

I lost my gram in what felt like the blink of an eye. Cancer stole her away from us, but I know that she is not really gone. I wrote this poem for her and for me. R.I.P Gram, I love you!

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My nana died yesterday of cancer and this is really beautiful. Thank you so much. I hope you've found peace with your loss now.

My Angel, My Gram

© Julia
Published on July 2013
Tear drops run down our faces
While our loved one takes her place
In the land of dreams and faith
She waits for the day when life will wake

The sun will rise and the clouds will clear
Her smile we show she is near
We'll feel her strength when a new day is here
And her heart when it's too hard to bear

My angel is one with the bluest eyes
The honest voice and generous spirit
Her love is there whenever we need it
All we have to do is believe it

She may be gone, but that doesn't change
The way she makes us feel every day
When the wind blows by and the trees shake
We hear every word she makes

No matter where we go
She will be there
Always willing to show she cares
She's sitting on her cloud above
Watching all of those she loves


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