Doctor said,
I live only three months.
My little darling,
I helped you walk,
Holding your hand.
I found you berries,
In the nearby bushes.
I plucked you cherries,
Whenever you asked.
You were my friend and companion,
In a country abroad.
I wish you all,
That's good in life.
So my little one,
I say goodbye.
Poem from Dying Grandmother To Grandson
My Little One
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
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