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SUNDAY MORNING
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GRANDPARENT POEMS Sunday morning,
I know you're not of this Earthly home, anymore.
A heavenly home is you are.
From me, so far.
It's a fact I can't ignore.
All the times we would talk on the phone.
I do feel alone.
It was only a minute or two.
But, it meant so much to me see, it is true.
I really miss you.
How sweet and truthful. I am sure that some way your Grandmother knows how much you loved her and how much she is missed.
Blessings,
Lesa