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GOLDEN BUTTERFLIES

November 15, 2021
By Anonymous

My grandma struts through the living room

Shining and shimmering 

As her golden necklace bounces everytime

She takes a step

That's the last memory I have of her 


What I have left is her golden necklace 

Which reminds me of her

And all of her glory

Smiling wide and sparkling eyes

She dances now in heaven 


Now the necklace is mine 

And I can pretend to strut just like her 

So elegant and graceful 

So full of life

Just like she was


The author's comments:

This poem is about a golden butterfly necklace that is now mine but what once my grandmother's and it holds a special place in my heart. 


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