I had a dream one night about my Grandmother. It was one of those weird little dreams where someone who has passed, seems to come back to see you.

Well I believe my Grandmother Dove did.

And we said our goodbyes.

Epilogue

Once again she walks the meadow

Rolling plains of yellow and green

She bends to pick a flower

To smell the aroma, fresh and clean

.

The winds that blow against her

As she walks down to the sea

Seem to be calling to her softly

"It's time you were coming with me"

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A smile that erases the wrinkles

Brought about by so many years

Brightens the face of the woman

Chases away her worries and fears

.

Once again she walks the shoreline

As the sun rises over the bay

To show a single yellow flower

And footprints slowly fading away

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