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
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!
She goes to park often for a stroll in hope to see that wrinkled face again.
They both exchange smile.If,smile is mere more than an expression-they have exchanged hundred hugs.
He reminds her of her gramps.
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