Friday, 20 December 2013


She was once a daughter
Who was joy to her parents
She was once a little sister
Who always kept seeking attention
She was once a friend
Who was more than just a friend
She was once a wife
Who was a perfect other half of someone special
She was once a mother
Who loved and gave warm embraces to her children
She was once a grandmother
Who radiated of pure love
She was…yes she was
Because, now all that remains of her is her memory,

Memory of who she was

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