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Gramma's Legacy





When she died she left me nothing,

Yet,

she left me everything,

She revealed her gifts of happiness,

One night to me in a dream.




She taught me to build a garden,

That no-one else can see,

For the garden's deeply hidden,

Within the heart of me.




This garden has many flowers,

Of every size and hue,

It never rains in this secret place,

But,

grows lush from inner dew.




Here all things are possible,

For it has no walls nor door.

I can dance among the roses,

Or like an Eagle I can soar.




No-one can steal this place from me,

They don't even know it's there,

And when my life is over,

With another this secret I will share.




Poem by Terrie/Kaavi © 1998



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