Our Grandmother


With the soul with no spiritual compare,
a woman as hard as Stone.
and with a heart that just keeps giving,
even to the last pump is gone.
I know when that day comes and our final judgment is passed,
they will be grandma singing her songs
and telling sweet Jesus there is one of mine,
she is of my own.
I love you dear child welcome home.

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