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Sentenced to the chair.

My Grandma sat in her wheeled chair,
sentenced to life, a prisoner there.
Gazing with a three mile stare,
through cataracts that blurred the glare,
far back to someplace, who knows where??

She never spoke, clots stole her tongue,
in one quick stroke her voice fell dumb,
but she could grunt, though sounds were few
you'd swear she'd grunted, "I love you."

Death came to claim her frail, worn flesh,
perfumed, embalmed she smelt so fresh.
I left a kiss on her cold face, then sang in tears,
"Amazing Grace."

We buried her in hollowed ground,
and left her where there is no sound.
At home at last with other folks,
who all were felled, by death's quick strokes.
They all had words fate left unspoke.

Yet now I'm sure she walks, and sings,
and talks about most everything,
to loved ones who've gone on before,
near the banks of heaven's golden shores.

Some poor old soul's now claimed her chair
"But, God I miss her sitting there"

Dear Lord, You made this Mother grand,
and then you made her great,
you gave her a life full of love,
and let her leave it late.
You’ve touched her with your healing hands,
and let her walk your promised lands,
until such time when her own young,
and her children's children all will come,
to laugh again with her and dance,
in Heaven's holy happenstance,
where all who loved as much as she,
will spend joyous eternities.

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