Love Dearly (One of many to come)
Love Dearly




 (One of many to come) my grandma stories
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todobakuisyes
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A poem dedicated to Mammie, my mom's mom and my grandma who I love dearly.

Love Dearly (One of many to come)

Day by day, I wonder truly,

Day by day, I wonder truly, Will I ever feel guilty?

Telling her every day,

Telling her every day, Hugging her everytime I see her and everytime I leave her,

Telling her every day, Hugging her everytime I see her and everytime I leave her, Six words I hope I can always remind her.

For those who don't know,

For those who don't know, A bunch of men have sow her love and scattered it among remains,

For those who don't know, A bunch of men have sow her love and scattered it among remains, Of broken hearts and pain left raw.

Her tears of sorrow,

Her tears of sorrow, Building up until they morrow,

Her tears of sorrow, Building up until they morrow, Filling her heart of gold,

Her tears of sorrow, Building up until they morrow, Filling her heart of gold, With tears for no tomorrow.

Her heartache spreads from the tips of her soul to the tips of her heart, seeping into those around her,

Her heartache spreads from the tips of her soul to the tips of her heart, seeping into those around her, Filling us up with hurt,

Her heartache spreads from the tips of her soul to the tips of her heart, seeping into those around her, Filling us up with hurt, From those that have shattered her.

But from those ashes remain,

But from those ashes remain, Her love for those not shown in vain,

But from those ashes remain, Her love for those not shown in vain, A way for her to love again,

But from those ashes remain, Her love for those not shown in vain, A way for her to love again, In the plains of leftover sorrow,

But from those ashes remain, Her love for those not shown in vain, A way for her to love again, In the plains of leftover sorrow, Promising a new tomorrow.

Maybe there will be a day,

Maybe there will be a day, Where her heart is broken once more,

Maybe there will be a day, Where her heart is broken once more, But with us by her side,

Maybe there will be a day, Where her heart is broken once more, But with us by her side, She will feel sorrow no more.

With every passing day,

With every passing day, She has yet a trouble,

With every passing day, She has yet a trouble, Of surgery and hurtful conditions,

With every passing day, She has yet a trouble, Of surgery and hurtful conditions, That leave me wondering,

With every passing day, She has yet a trouble, Of surgery and hurtful conditions, That leave me wondering, If she'll pull through,

And live another day,

And live another day, Like no sorrow has ever morrowed her beliefs.

She will always have that heart of gold,

She will always have that heart of gold, Those scars that remain,

She will always have that heart of gold, Those scars that remain, The remnants of sorrow,

She will always have that heart of gold, Those scars that remain, The remnants of sorrow, That left her heart needing to be filled up, full of every bit of love she deserves to receive,

She will always have that heart of gold, Those scars that remain, The remnants of sorrow, That left her heart needing to be filled up, full of every bit of love she deserves to receive,

She will always have that heart of gold, Those scars that remain, The remnants of sorrow, That left her heart needing to be filled up, full of every bit of love she deserves to receive, Left in the record/wreckage of those conceived.

She has found a place where she belongs,

She has found a place where she belongs, A place that will stay for a time that's very long, And I wonder sometimes if that place will be gone by tomorrow.

The way she loves us,

The way she loves us, The way she needs us,

The way she loves us, The way she needs us, The way she teaches us,

The way she loves us, The way she needs us, The way she teaches us, And the way her heart is true,

The way she loves us, The way she needs us, The way she teaches us, And the way her heart is true, Fills me with sorrow about what may come tomorrow.

I hope on those last days,

I hope on those last days, All I can hope for,

I hope on those last days, All I can hope for, Is another day,

I hope on those last days, All I can hope for, Is another day, Just to hug her and say,

I hope on those last days, All I can hope for, Is another day, Just to hug her and say, With all the love I can muster,

I hope on those last days, All I can hope for, Is another day, Just to hug her and say, With all the love I can muster, Showing her how much I have fostered,

And wish she would stay,

And wish she would stay, So all I'd have to worry about,

And wish she would stay, So all I'd have to worry about, Is not if she wouldn't live another day,

And wish she would stay, So all I'd have to worry about, Is not if she wouldn't live another day, But that there would be another tomorrow of saying those six words:

"I love you, forever and always",

"I love you, forever and always", To give her hope for another tomorrow,

"I love you, forever and always", To give her hope for another tomorrow, Burying down my untold surrow,

"I love you, forever and always", To give her hope for another tomorrow, Burying down my untold surrow, She fixes up her murrowed parts,

"I love you, forever and always", To give her hope for another tomorrow, Burying down my untold sorrow, She fixes up her murrowed parts, Us both fixing our broken hearts.

With the tears we shed,

With the tears we shed, We hope that one day,

With the tears we shed, We hope that one day, There will be nothing less,

With the tears we shed, We hope that one day, There will be nothing less, Than her and my tomorrows.

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