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AT THE FUNERAL, a poem by Kayla Marie Branstetter, USA
Funerals Poems & Grandparents, Grandmother, Grandfather Poetry
Kayla Marie Branstetter, USA
AT THE FUNERAL
I am standing up.Picking out a rose,A rose to put on your pale blue casket.I place it gently,I start to cry.I look at your coffin one last time.I know it is the last time I will see you.I fall on my knees,The ground is cold and moist.I don't know anymore,It seems like everyone is dying.I will miss you,I always will.I am still your little granddaughter, Just all grown up.
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