Gold a precious thing that is admired
by every being but my gold that i only
admire is different from the one you
know i also think gold is different because
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Our golds in life can never be the same things or people but what we held up high with great esteem, value and love, becomes our forever gold. I love this poem becaused you know teach us how humans can be valued and not things in place of humans... Beautifully written.
..............a beautiful dedication to a loving grandmother....thanks for writing this one...
grandmother my gold, wonderful, I love my grandmother too, thanks, please read my poems and comment.
Grandmother! u shaped us well now we stand. You have now finished your work here on earth. If only you would open your eyes and see how much we loved you. If there is anything called love you had it from the grandchildren you raised. May God give you everlasting peace. Rest In Peace My Dearest Grandma.