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kzachar1
kzachar1 ooh that’s a God idea, lemme write that
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I can’t get all the credit. This was for my younger brother’s Lit class a few years ago. He gave me the ideas, I wrote the Eulogy. So these are really his thoughts about our grandmother’s passing.

Fire

My grandmother transitions. Suddenly.

It scars me.

Stinging me, Immobilized. I’m trapped like Daniel’s friends

With no place to go.

I’m hot, I’m burning…

Fire is beautiful, but it can be destructive.

My grandma was fire, she gave me warmth.

Her homemade cakes held dancing candles,

Flickers of little light.

When it was cold, and dark,

And I had no place to go,

I walked into her warm,

Light arms.

Before I deteriorate from grief,

The Word speaks to me.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ It persuades to me.

Though her name still pinches a small burn,

The spiritual realm provides me with

New Light, a new set of arms to run into.

For

Fire is destructive, but it can be beautiful...

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