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I miss my GG

I want her back

She died at

Nintey seven and a half

I wish you were here

I wish you were home

I wish you could see

Your old shiny comb

We have your rosary

Safe with us

But you should be here

To pray with us

You should see your great-grandchildren now

They all look so tall and proud

Your smile would never leave your face

When you saw your 100th birthday cake

I miss you

I wish you didn't leave

Without a simple good-bye

I wish that you were here

And would never ever die