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Why did you have to leave me?

Why did you have to die?

Why couldn't you be there for me?

Why did you make me cry?

You know that I was only three,

But I guess your days ran dry

You know that I still love you.

Please, don't you understand?

I'm telling you the truth.

Now, please take my hand

And lead me up to Heaven.

I want to go with you.

The years you're gone are eleven,

And I don't know what to do.

I know that life is blessed;

A gift from up above.

It's time for you to leave, I guess.

Please, now, don't forget our love.

With love, Your Granddaughter