Granny

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Gramps and Granny

Her studious eyes calms me,
With a voice of love she speaks.
As grey hair grows amidst black,
A tender smile she holds.
A heart of gold she possesses,
Large as a football pitch.
A mind of a man intact,
Thinking wide and bright.
I love her without hesitation,
The lady who raised me.
She often scolded me,
So I couldn’t be a bent child.
And I scribble with love,
Whenever I scribble granny.

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