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I wrote this poem for my deceased grandmother who saved my life when I was in a fire. |
| You left a piece of you for me, It's something that you can not see I feel it in my soul each day Since you saved my life that way I pray to see your face once more I could have burned and been no more you came down and held the fire from my face and rose me higher flames around me wrapping tight till everything was very bright burned into the ceilings core your angel wings spread from the door the stupid things I did that day you seemed to take them all away you opened up my eyes to see that God has much more planned for me I hope that when I am dead I can share the love you've spread. |