Her hands lay gentle just below her chest
That does not rise or fall
Her skin so pale and body still
The crowd calls out for her to wake
No movement no sound
Forever still
Her smile no longer and laugh no more
Her life is in us
Her wisdom we hold
Grandma forever your stories will be told
No cries no more
Your pain is gone
Lay down please grandma
Rest your head
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