When Pennies Fall


When pennies fall,
My grandpa is here.
When a hawk flies by,
My grandma is here.

The little things
I cherish in my heart
Are the little things
I am not whole without.

To not forget
As time passes by,
To not forget
Is the hardest thing.

I cannot bear to lose
The sound of your voice.
I cannot bear to let
The memories fade.

When pennies fall,
My grandpa is here.
When a hawk flies by,
My grandma is here.

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