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Though I never had the chance to meet you,

Or feel your loving embrace.

I do truly know you,

Your glory and your grace.

You live on in your descendents,

And the things that they do.

You live on in me,

Which your blood flows through.



When I put pen to paper,

And the words begin to flow.

I think of you my grandmother,

And the thoughts begin to glow.



I never knew why I could write,

Straight from the heart.

But then I found your writing,

And knew in my world you were a part.



I feel your thoughts embrace me,

Like the warmth of the summers sun.

I hear your words around me,

And know my search has just begun.



I search for my existence,

And the true meaning of living.

I search for my ancestors,

And the stories they are giving.



Thank you for your thoughts,

And the stories about your life.

You have opened my eyes to the way it was,

The calmness, tranquility, the wildness and strife.



I shell not forget you,

You live on for eternity.

You live in my children,

You live in me.



By Vicki San Andres (Nee Galvin)