A poem written for the passing of my Great Grandmother.

When life is full of fear
everytime my eyes fill with tears
I recapture those memories 
of our sacred hideaway in the trees.

The times we spent with each other
made us feel like sister and brother
but you are no longer here
and you haven’t been for a year.

I have missed you every day
and those times you called me just to say hey
But you will always be in my heart
I hope you know we will never part.

I know you are in a better place
for I saw it when I last looked at your face
for I know I will see you again someday
Where we will laugh and run in our sacred hideaway.

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