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A Peaceful afternoon nap in my grandmother's arm
Safe, Secure free from fear and harm

A cool breeze softly passes over my eyes
Like a gentle kiss coming from the blue skies

Time as always oh surely will pass
Toddler, boy, teen and a young man alas

No matter how sad or sweet my life may be
Somehow I will in my mind's eye surely see

The woman that rocked me in her gentle arms
Full of her loving and beautiful grandmother charm

When she is no longer able to hold me ever so close
I will have known that I was luckier than most

When her soul begins its long awaited journe...

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