Raymond, Age 11, Kitimat, BC

My sister and I
we both have a hero who's always there.
When I was hurting and needed a doctor
     my Hero was there.
When I was lonely
     my Hero was there to blanket with praise .
When I was needing a friend
     my Hero was there to blanket me with love.
My Hero does not were a mask or cape
     my Hero is armed with love and praise.
Grandma, you were my Hero
     youíll be missed but all I have to do
     is close my eyes and hold my heart
     to feel your love,
Grandma, youíre my Hero.

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