My Grandma is an angel
It must be true.
Her wings of GOLD
Hidden from view.
The twinkle in her eyes,
Let’s her humor be known.
Her loving Hug
Tells us we are never alone.
She has the patience of a Saint
You would have to say
To put up with all the antics
Along the way.
An Angel she is
An Angel she will be
Her Wings of gold open
For all to see.
It must be true.
Her wings of GOLD
Hidden from view.
The twinkle in her eyes,
Let’s her humor be known.
Her loving Hug
Tells us we are never alone.
She has the patience of a Saint
You would have to say
To put up with all the antics
Along the way.
An Angel she is
An Angel she will be
Her Wings of gold open
For all to see.
This poem is for my Gram. I have created a scrapbook page to send to her - I will try and see if I can scan it in and post it
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