Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[3]

people live and seem to forget
it seems that we forget a little day by day
it seems that we forget these truths
that sleep at the bottom of the soul

but the busy days always have and end

and when I hear your voice
it seems that the world changes

we waste so much time
with futile things
we hand out our lives
to useless causes

but when I hear your voice
the land is covered with amaryllis
red and white belladonna lilies
land of hugs and kisses

and I feel happy and peaceful
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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