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

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