Death will break her claws on some I keep

YELLOW dust on a bumble
bee’s wing,
Grey lights in a woman’s
asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
the memories.
Death will break her claws
on some I keep

-Carl Sandburg

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I don’t have words today…bidding you a goodbye,with choked up heart…

you’ll always live in our heart and mind.

love you,always chai (granny) and forever more!

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