For My Grandmother

For My Grandmother

THIS lovely flower fell to seed;Work gently, sun and rain;She held it as her dying creedThat she would grow again.

THIS lovely flower fell to seed;Work gently, sun and rain;She held it as her dying creedThat she would grow again.

THIS lovely flower fell to seed;

THIS lovely flower fell to seed;

Work gently, sun and rain;

She held it as her dying creed

That she would grow again.

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