May God bless you and your...
A poem by Amythist Francis, in memory of her grandfather Mikel Bosma.
Gone
Playing and laughing, but it's all gone,A true love's kiss fades away into the dusk. In the end, it's all lies, Never letting go of what is true, even when it's gone.
To me my grandfather was a loyal and faithful man his faith in god and his love for his family is what kept him going all this time the bad times are what makes us strong even though i hate the fact that he is gone i would rather...
Amythist Francis
December 24, 2008 | Sutton, VT