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I'll call this one, "Wishing she was still here"

I often think about her.
Wishing she was still here.
God was cruel enough to take her away.
I thought she was here to stay.

Often times I would look back,
On times I spent at her house.
"Do you need a hug grandma?"
"Always."

I wish I could get another always hug.
"Where's teddy?" She would ask.
"I left him at home." I would say.
I never peeped that she was asking if I was staying at her house that night until she was gone.

One day, I did stay the night.
We watched Family Feud and this is what happened:
"Kayla says." The girl of family feud said.
"She so ignorant!" My grandma yelled.
It was the funniest time ever.

We had a bond that could never be broken.

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