Ruhmah Life

My Grandmother

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Grandmother Poem

Hid me under her wings,

She always struggled to tie the strings

Went through so much pain,

But never heard her complain

Now she lives under the soil,

We know we can’t see her,

No matter how much we toil

I know she won’t listen to my screams,

The only way to see her is through dreams

She was the strongest women I’ve ever seen,

For charity, she was always so keen

My wish to hug her prolongs,

I sit by the window

And remind myself to be strong

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