Doctor Grandma

Fly, my spirit daughter,

fly to the heights of heaven,

Fly throughout God’s universe,

Converse with other souls of light,

Use your powers to help us here,

We are the feeble ones.

There are things we do not understand,

Worlds we cannot see,

You now fly with the ancestors,

Blessed be, blessed be.

cfblack, 11-23-25

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