Grandma

Her face, etched with wrinkles deep

Stoic was her stance.

Relaxed, at peace in her sleep

Dreaming of her dance.

 

Years are quickly spent

Time goes flying by-

No one knows where she went

Until they hear her sigh.

 

Grandma loved each one

That stood with love indeed.

The silent weeping of her son

Who was the most in need.

 

Her love was present in that room

Young and old, each the same-

All could feel its bloom, yet

She knew of no ones name.

 

Grandma dreamed of her young life,

Children gathered round.

Years ago a loving wife,

Now makes no more sound.

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