I have written many poems to my granddaughter here is another.
When you look up into the sky,
Whether the sun is shining or the rain is pouring,
If I had wings that I could fly,
To see you, to hug you and stop this mourning,
The sky that you can see,
The birds that are flying and singing near you,
Is the same sky, the same birds,
You have to believe because its true.
It is just one blue or grey sky,
Birds chirping and swooping high and low,
Lets close our eyes tight, you can if you try,
The earth is covered white ,where you are and here, with snow.
One day, we will look up at the sky ,together.
Watch the birds, flying high,
No longer alone, with your family forever,
So close your eyes tight, and do not cry.
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