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Mrs Munro

A woman from 1914,
Grafted her soul out since she was 15,
Worked in a mill, helped her family,
Tried to open a sweet shop,
Until the war destroyed it,
Running with her first son as the bombs dropped
Losing another to tuberculosis,
Her husband was psychologically damaged by the evil he witnessedĀ 
On the front linesĀ 
Through all of those tragedies she remained kind,
Even when her sibling committed suicide,
She never allowed it to sour who she was on the inside
My grandmother was and is a real hero,Ā 
A Christian who never used her beliefs to judge othersĀ 
Just a woman from Glasgow,
Who raised a family through epidemics and wars,
The kind of human being who would help you,
Even if she was short on money,
She also wrote poetry,
Using verses from the Bible that she cherished,
She relinquished her dreamsĀ 
Instead, she chose to raise her familyĀ 
As far as I am concerned, she was an angel,
Too good for this world, and its insanity,Ā 
In these words,
I hope to honor her memory,Ā 
To let her know how much I love her,Ā 
She is my grandmother,
But most people called her,
Mrs Munro.

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Marion

This is a truly beautiful write...I already admire your grandmother for she is everything I'm not. There are truly few such souls in the world and if we are lucky enough to know them we are are privileged, to have such a lady as a grandmother is truly special. I had a nana just the same...x

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K.G. Munro

Thank you so much! The older generation were a special kind of peopleĀ  :)

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John Loopstra

Keep her memory alive -Ā  she sounds like the granny I would have loved to have (by my father's account, his mother would have been (alas, she passed away in 1938 and me being born in 1960 causes some trouble there šŸ¤£)Ā 

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K.G. Munro

Thank you so much. I was lucky to know her before she passedĀ  ( I was eight when she died) and ultimately I just hope to make her proud.

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