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Marjorie Helen Finn -My Gran.
Tears escape unbidden
When I think of you
And I can’t help but mourn
What I have lost, - A lifetime with you-
I remember the scent of roses,
Soft hands that caressed
And Fur Elise - Your favourite music
And the things you often said
Remember when I visited?
And I would ask to stay
You would turn and shake your head-
Knowing I could not stay
And You would smile - Always stoic,
When it was time to say Goodbye
"No tears Sandra. It's not be proper.
Allow you heart inside to cry."
Few memories I but own,
But far more valuable than time itself…
Are written words upon thin paper,
In a box upon a shelf
My treasures from a fountain pen,
Words memorized in my heart
You letters bring me back to you
"My Dear Sandra," at the start
No choice that tore my arms from you,
But my heart has remained
Wrapped so ever tightly in yours,
You and I were the same
From each other’s arms -
It was an ocean that kept us apart
But never, My Dear Gran
Never.
Did it separate our hearts.
,
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you.
I love you.
Marjorie Helen Finn (nee Blundell)
May 31, 1909 – August 18, 1998
Bristol, England.
