Imprints and Lies
They found her diary
in the estate sale
It was a gold mine
they never knew...
She was gone
she was no more.
Yet her spirit still remained.
Watching over
her family like a guardian angel
an angel in pain.
There were cuts
here was blood
all given to her
but the ones
she trusted
with her very life.
Grandma
Oh Grandma!!
You, I never knew...
But your footsteps
and imprints
will last forever.
This poem is about:
My family