There once was a letter written to me.
a letter that spoke of how I could be free.
the letter told me of a woman who loved me.
long before I was born and how she had passed away.
from a heart that was torn.
this woman was not my mother but she knew her well.
she spoke of picking up my mother when she had fell.
by reading what she wrote I soon knew love.
and knew I had an angel watching me from above.
even tho I never seen her or felt her embrace.
when I cried at night I felt her hand on my face.
this woman was my grandma she passed before I was born.
and never getting to meet her left my heart torn.
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