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Guiding Light

Trying to see through clouded sight. Hoping
and praying you're not tired of the fight.

I don't want to be selfish and tell you to
stay sick because I need you here with
me.

You're headed to heaven, so it's ok to take
the key.

I love you Granny and that will never change.
Trying to get around this hurt in my heart
and this tremindous pain.

My soul is aching because you are leaving me
to fend for myself. I don't want you to go, but
I know it will be for the best because you're not
in good health.

Just say you'll be my angel and that might make it
alright. You could live in my heart and continue to
be my guiding light.

                                         I wrote this poem for my Granny's Obituary.
                                             R.I.P Bertha M. "Granny" Webster
                                                    11/28/38-02/13/12
                                                     I love and miss you, words can't express
                                                     the way I feel!

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