GrandchildrenA Poem by luciddreamerWhere I am living my life these days :)When I watch my grandchildren, five, three, and one I start to believe, my mistakes can be undone That maybe being a mother was a dry run Maybe the point of life is to have fun To appreciate the rain as well as the sun To stop being afraid, no need to run A kiss on the cheek for each one I bake their favorite; hot cross buns
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