my bay gran died, three years ago,
I miss her so, I feel so low.
Every night I ask why?
All they can give me is a sigh.
I cry for her day and night,
I try keep it in with all my might!
I fight for the next day to come,
she was like my second mom.
She was always there for me,
no one understands the pain I feel for they cannot see.
I slept over at her house all the time,
luckily it was not a crime!
I loved to spend my time with her,
for she was my gran down by the bay.
This poem is dedicated to my bay gran - R.I.P Frances Amos
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