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There was no one like her
She was my hero, my savior, so true
She was there when I was happy
She was there when I was blue
She was there when I was lonely
She was always a true friend
She never had an enemy
She smiled 'til the end
Her laughs could send away a storm
And make the angels sing
Not to mention her cooking,
Which made her favorite at any fling!
She was always a real trooper
Optimisim was her keep
Potential was in everybody
No matter how far deep
When she died the skies cried with us
The rain began to fall
But I know up there in Heaven
She's laughing with us all.
- by User 18688290 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/08/2009 |
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- Title: And make the angels sing
- Artist: User 18688290
- Description: My Grandma died in April, and it was a traumatic event for me. We were very close. Now keep in mind I'm not asking for pity, and don't get mad for making a joke out of this poem. It's not supposed to be a somber one but one that looked at her high points, and the things that made her so special.
- Date: 07/08/2009
- Tags: grandma
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Salornix - 02/04/2010
- This is definitely one of my favorites 5/5
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- x-his4eve-x - 11/22/2009
- awws thts so sweet i rlly like it smile
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- User 18688290 - 07/11/2009
- Thanks
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- redheadsrule13 - 07/11/2009
- Great peom! ^_^
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- lexi_dear - 07/10/2009
- ^-^ i really like the poem
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