KARMA

On Monday, without knowing how, I came here.
On Tuesday she came into my life.Wednesday we were wed. 
On Thursday we welcomed children.
On Friday we celebrated grandchildren.
On Saturday we walked through to heaven.
On Sunday we prepared to return here again.

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