Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[9]

do not say that you are going away
do fool me a little
do say that the sky is blue
and that life is rose-colored

your frailty is apparent
no one lives so long without a reason

but the day when the butterflies come from the sky
in colorful clouds
and you become one of them too
free
my tears will water the flowers

and the flowers will have a sweet perfume
to attract hundreds of butterflies
all the butterflies in the world
in my poetry garden

every loss
may only be compensated with symbols
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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