Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[16]

life gave you children and grandchildren
the land produces fruits
that time perpetuates

in a hundred years
you will not recognize anymore all the flowers
that you have grown in your garden

a small physical portion
you have passed on to us all

you sleep in me
and in all of us
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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