Mother Of Mothers Poem by Luca Menin

Beautiful death, as beautiful as sad
Covering the eyes with veils of tears
And the memory of yours lost dears
seems always near.
Holding me when I was a child, hand by hand
Walking in fields of hay and breeze of light,
you were happy grandmother.
On your sleep God take you away,
merciful in you dreams
Lying where you now,
I'm no there to say goodbye
An hug a kiss this what I miss
I almost can feel you, tapping my shoulder
wiping the tears from my eyes,
while the angels caressing you from the sky
I will miss you,
you would be always in my heart
And in my thoughts.
Love
To my grandmother
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