GrandmaA Poem by &ForbiddenLove&&The title simply explains it. this poem is dedicated to my Grandma :)
She gives, she lives, she loves, she hugs
she's known as the Scottish dove. Her heart is warm and cozy she makes me feel so much less lonely, without her I'd be lost mourning everyday ignoring the thoughts. She's the brightness in my eye, she gives color to the sky, she sure is one of a kind. I love her ear to ear, waiting to hear her say "hello dear" her voice is golden silk when she yells out "up your kilt" she's the funniest one around swearing up the town, going over the old saying "old rover bent over" haha makes a few frown. I love her dearly. Your the best one out there, No doubt their. © 2012 &ForbiddenLove&&Author's Note
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Added on September 20, 2012 Last Updated on September 20, 2012 Author&ForbiddenLove&&beloit, WIAboutI enjoy writing poetry. I'm always open to constructive criticism. I would like to improve my writings and provide entertainment for the reader. more..Writing
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