I have said these words before,
This was my Angel
My life
My precious
Who took away any negative strife.
Facing battles
Someone you love who doesn’t understand you;
Yet my Yiayia was guardian Angel
My perennial hope
My light, fire and continuous gain
The person who only had to look at me
From that I shall never refrain.
People do look to attack
Their battle is theirs’,
I am quite capable of striking with anger
Yet my Yiayia was my rock and the reason I smile
The devil has no hold; even for a little while.
To dislike
To say things bad
Who benefits? Who now looks tame?
I now think of my Yiayia
I feel her presence always sustains x
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