This is a short poem about my grandma that died in November 2011. This was made for her ash ceremony.

It’s time to scatter your ashes

Letting the world hear our cry

Every angel sprouts it’s wings

And they learn how to fly

Physically, you’re gone

But mentally you’re here

The past we still hold

Our memories so clear

You were such a great woman

With such a strong heart

But this isn’t the end

It’s just another start

So when we look to the sky

We know you are there

And can always talk to you

Through any prayer

And now that you’re

 Finally put to rest

In heaven you’ll stay

As one of the best

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  • drabiakhan on Aug 8, 2012

    thanks for sharing,

  • dduporte on Aug 8, 2012

    Good job, your grandma would of been proud of you

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