R.I.P. Grandma Basile

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    R.I.P. Grandma Basile

    When I found out the time was near

    I needed to go the her as a shed a tear.

    As I walked through the door

    I froze for a moment feeling heartsore.

    I never thought I would be the one at her bedside

    To watch as she crossed over the other side.

    When I was a little girl we spent most of our time

    taking walks downtown to the five and dime.

    She shared many good memories of my grandfather

    that I hardly knew

    The love they shared together was precious and true.

    Through the years she never let you down

    Her laugher and smile always wiped off the frown.

    She devoted her life to cooking and cleaning

    Secretly she also loved singing.

    I always looked forward to her Sunday dinners

    The Basile Family what a bunch of well fed eaters.

    It is hard to say goodbye

    All it does is make you cry.

    My Grandmother, my best friend

    She is at peace, this is the end.

    Her giggling and laughter

    She would all wants us to live happily ever after.

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