This is a poem I had written about five years ago. My paternal grandmother, who I called Nana and Ma, passed away when I was 10. We were extremely close. We were best friends. Sometimes I wished she was my mom and got to keep me instead of my parents. Though I've adjusted to life without her, sometimes it hurts knowing she isn't here. Especially when I wish for someone to talk to. Now, all I can do is continue on the best I can and pray her spirit is safe and came back just as strong and beautiful as she was then. I love you, Nana, and I'll never forget you and all the amazing things you've done. See you soon.
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