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Grandmother

Grandmother

With quiet beauty
and gentle grace,
you kissed my hands,
and washed my face...

You took the time
to brush my tears,
holding me close,
calming my fears...

You were the rock
on which I stood ,
Made me believe
I really could...

All that I am
and hope to be
Came from the love
you gave to me!


Cecelia

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