She Was
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Last published Tue, Aug 28, 2018
This collection of my poetry is my way of honoring the passing of my great grandmother, who passed away in 2016. She was 92 at the time of her passing. I miss her very much, but I am glad to know that she is with her husband now. Rest In Peace, Helen.
What I write here comes from what I've experienced in my life that I feel I can turn into poetry. Please, enjoy my writing, leave comments, criticism is welcome.
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