In a journal,
faithful chronicle of ages past,
I read the graceful notes,
kind and gentle to the last.
So many people written in slots
ready to be the subject of prayer,
in the righteous mind of my good friend
forever sweet and fair.
As I sit looking at this
well-worn chapter
I can only think sadly
of a time that will come after.
I cannot keep her forever
this one that I do hold so dear.
I wish I could always have my "Gran",
so I wouldn't have to fear.
In the feeble months since her
One love's death,
I see the fragility
and still have to fret
for the day the I will lose
such a glorious picture,
a never-ending good example,
who will be a permanent fixture.
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