The rug sits there,
Plain to see,
My grandma wove it,
Just for me.
She wove it,
With love and care,
And the day before she died,
She placed it there.
Sometimes I sit on it,
And let my feelings free,
I talk to my grandma,
And it feels like she's there with me.
I wish you were here grandma,
Yes I do.
But even though your gone,
I'll never stop loving you.
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What will I do 5 years from now. For whom will I cry in my sleep and why.
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#youngwritershousehold Swing, my child, Swing up high, Feeling like, You could fly. Swing, little bird, Swoop and soar, No person can catch you, Anymore.
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There was an air of emptiness when I went to see you today Just seeing you there with the flowers that lay You looked so peaceful and serene The hour passed in a state like a dream.
You know, I could hardly help it. You were there, and now you're not. Unspoken words and sidelong glances, Your presence gone left a missing friend. I'm not a person from the perfect songs.
The road of heavy hearts. The house of broken dreams. The children as they cry. Behold her as she screams. Some faces just look empty. Some are filled with pain. They don't know what to do.
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