To my gramma, love your first born granddaughter

You’d write me letters

When I was at boarding school

Telling me all the family news

We sat together each weekend

In your bedroom

Watching old black and white movies

Sharing popcorn

And laughing until we cried

Every Christmas you’d come to our house for dinner

And I’d show you what Santa had brought

You’d Oooo and Aw over my toys

Saying what a lucky girl I was

I was 12 when you got cancer

I still remember you telling me you were sick

But for me not to worry

I never realized

That 2 years on

You’d be gone

I miss you, gramma

Every day

My heart aches with the pain and loss

You were an inspiration to me

You always will be

I love you, gramma kitty.

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