Memoir to Anne

 

I still have your letters,

I keep them with me all the time,

When i feel upset for you i read them for a time.

They always make me laugh and cheer me up when i feel down. I know its not your voice i hear but your words mean more than sound.

I miss you when you died,

When the phone calls stopped it really was the end,

But ill always have our memories,

The best way to remember my friend.

Your final years where not so nice,

And no should pay the price,

A cruel disease of the mind,

Physical body completely fine.

That now i know you where let in the gate,

Because you always had strong faith,

In a land of peace you thruly deserve,

No greater woman with the life you curved.

Your loving granddaughter