'Grandmother'

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No matter how age the complexion To me, a grandmother is perfection And regardless of how outdated or current her fashion A grandmother is always full of love and compassion
-and yet i am still breating feeling she is gone but i still feel her spirit surrounding me the colors of her country seep through her and onto me this is the dream of an immigrant this is progress.
Imagine Moving to a strange country.  You're so young and get married so abruptly,  To a man you were forced to love, and you're going to have a baby. You move from Italy to Queens, where the people are pretty shady
If there was a river Where I could drown my sorrows fine If there was mountain Whose shield would never shine A mountaintop of treasures As she protects it all   Standing tall As Valor
If there was a river Where I could drown my sorrows fine If there was mountain Whose shield would never shine A mountaintop of treasures As she protects it all   Standing tall As Valor
Her name was Blue. Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that. It’s rather for the reflection of her eyes, displaying our earth, our universe, our entangled minds.
Because the shift dress remained to be a hassle, I wore capris instead.  How else was I to ride my bike if my dress was too tight?! This was a story I would always hold in my heart dearly about my grandmother. 
Match strikes box Friction becomes flame Slowly, steadily The hand stretches to reach its goal.   1920s, New York A young woman,
Dear Grandmother, You were supposed to protect me and wipe my tears when I cried. Yes, you did this but all as you lied. You taught me not to trust:
If this were happening right now I would probably be crying. Mainly because you're in heaven right now. I didn't have the luxury to say goodbye or even meet you grandma. We were limited to talks on the phone and stories from my older siblings.
Dear Grandmother, The last time I remember seeing you happy, was when I was too young. One hand a shopping cart, the other hand reaching towards us, welcoming our arrival.
Dear my beloved grandmother, You were the most influential person in my life,However you are no longer with us.  It was a blessing in disguise the gift you left me.  You led me to find my true self.   I spent countless hours at the nursing home, S
Dear Grandma, Thank you for being the only person really there for me, Thank you for giving me advice at a young age. Despite not understanding it then, the words you spoke are still fresh in my mind.
In the stories, Funerals are on dark and dreary days, Full of falling rain and fraught with cold. Or, They’re too pretty,
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