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Granny's hand

I look down and I felt a forest full of widom,
I look down at my hands and I see Granny.
Her sweet and forgiving nature but her fierce for her family stood still.
She shared the sun and the moon with me,
her trears fell and her laughter rang through my nights.
I look down at my hands and I see Granny's hands,
my own stories as long as her but I listen and learned love is above all and times are limited
I look down at my hands and I see Granny's wisdoms,
her forest through often shadowed,
she stood by her children and their children,
it never matter to her love was lost but that her tender roses flourished under her care
I look down at my hands and I see Granny's hands,
I am proud to be a part of her garden and wisdom.
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Phyllis Perry More than 1 year ago
It about Granny, I miss her
Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Greg Noland More than 1 year ago
Great work..
Clyde Land More than 1 year ago
needs editing
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