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Through My Grandmother's Eyes

Through my grandmother's eyes the stars were alive.
Trees had spirit, and families had ties
Every new day was a brand new birth
Of the stars, trees, moon and the earth

Through her eyes lives seeds were planted.
Her life was not made to be taken for granted
She enveloped what she had
A simple fruit made her glad
I'd dare to treat a tomato bad

She taught us the the wonder of beauty and flowers
Made us laugh at her long outside showers
She taught to lie down in the tall soft grass
That memory will stay as long as life lasts

We'd catch fire flies that lit up our faces
She was a woman with so many graces
She always said courage is fear plus action
That our view of the world controls our reaction

Oh, to see the world through my grandmothers eyes
To see the trees spirits, and keep family ties
She wasn't a saint, but one of a kind
My grandmother's spirit remains behind

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