I miss my yiayia (Nan),
Whose heart was humble and pure
Almost angelic and often demure.
She was patient
Kind spirited
Wanted a simple life and did not contest
She loved her children and grand children, for myself; she was the best.
She speaks to me in spirit
She touched my heart, body and soul
Everywhere I now look, the vexation of others I pray to go.
I know I’ll see her again
My spirit is ready to reach the spirit to see,
Her humbleness in humility is where I want to be.
“What a beautiful person.” 🙏🏽
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