I miss the way you would hold me tight
I miss the way you'd tuck me in at night
I miss your warmth and happiness
I miss the light within your eyes
But the one thing I will never miss
Is having to say my last goodbye
Dedicated to my grandmother,
Myriam Ramos DaSilva MacDowell
December 19, 1928- June 6, 2007
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