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Grandma

by Angelica Kramer

 

I still see her in that chair of hers,

Rocking back and forth.

With her white kitty shirt

And snow white hair.

She never let me leave

Without a blessing and a kiss

Or telling me she loved me,

Her eyes so full of bliss.

I can't tell how much I miss her,

For that would take too long.