Gedichten: I will always think of you
I think of you in the summer,
I think of you in the spring.
I think of you as a fine woman, but most of al,
as a noughty grandmother.
When I think of you,
I think of the day you died,
while I was there.
I think of me being there when they closed your coffin.
I think of me being the only one who was speaching at your cremation.
I think of you in May,
I think of you in June, but must of all
I think of you in Februari.
I think of you the night you were born
I think of you the night you died.
Dear grandma,
I'll always think of you.
Written by Ylaine van den Hove
31 Octobre 2003
I think of you in the spring.
I think of you as a fine woman, but most of al,
as a noughty grandmother.
When I think of you,
I think of the day you died,
while I was there.
I think of me being there when they closed your coffin.
I think of me being the only one who was speaching at your cremation.
I think of you in May,
I think of you in June, but must of all
I think of you in Februari.
I think of you the night you were born
I think of you the night you died.
Dear grandma,
I'll always think of you.
Written by Ylaine van den Hove
31 Octobre 2003
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