When I think of red birds I think of her.
They're a sign of family who has died.
I wish I'd met you, but cancer has no cure.
I'll see you someday when our worlds collide.
Your smile, your lips, your eyes all look like mine.
All are seen in my mother as well.
She says that you raised her perfectly fine.
Oh, why must we have heard the iron bell?
You look down on me in my daily life,
Chatting with God like he is your best friend.
I'm sure that you were a beautiful wife,
And somehow you made this family blend.
While others knew you as Donna,
You were my incredible Grand Momma.
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