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Wrinkled Skin and Laugh Lines
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In Dedication Her body frail and old,
all wrinkled skin and laugh lines.
She sits in her wheelchair,
Watching her grandchildren play.
She is not idle,
Oh no, not her!
She is cooking as we speak,
Enough to feed an army.
Arms shaking as she lifts more than she should,
But screw doctor's orders, there is family to be fed.
Thanksgiving only comes once a year,
And she'll be damned to end a tradition she started.
People offer to help,
But she waves them off with a smile and a glare.
She may be old,
But damnit if she is not capable.
