I show you of a vision, one when I was small
Sitting there of twelve years old, my great grandmothers hand I hold
Air a little misty, a white cloud it covers so
There upon the four poster bed, my great grandmother once did own
She left my world, it turned upside down, I missed her daily so
I miss the rocking chair of hers, I sat watching as her eyes were closed
Sleeping very peacefully, my eyes they'd scan her face
A woman there of great age, her knowledge full of grace
She would wake up very suddenly, a smile of two we shared
In her China biscuit barrel, her digestives she kept there
Then she do the same old thing, she'd pass me her black comb
For hours I would sit with her, her silver hair I combed
I used too treasure the moments, I would spend with her
Sitting there for hours, biscuits crumbs of two
So I still have her sitting with me, holding onto her hand
Her spirit as never left me, her bed is where she's found
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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