As I sit alone and take in the thoughts
the bitter thought of days I have missed
Days I was born and to young to remember
Black and White photographs and a christmas card
Sweet memories of a Grandmother I never knew
I was two years old when she passed away
but I feel like she is still with me
She called me her lil angel
strange how others have labeled me the same character
the same innocent warm wings protecting all
To read her words so precious so timeless
will never fade from my eternal mind
She calls me by her name
The name I was giving because of her
No one else calls me that name
ELONA
Her handwriting is one of a kind
The way she curls her G's or dots her i's
she doesn't use one exclamation point, but three
She sends my mother a reminder to give me a kiss
and Reminds us that she Loves us always
I don't remember a thing about my grandmother
But I hold on to the one card that does
the card full of her warm congrads, to her miss you always
Somehow I still feel her wings around me
Her soft kisses when I sleep
My grandmother had to have been a wonderful person
to have created a mother like mine
whom later had a little baby like me
10/19/99
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