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Grandmother's Love
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2002 Poetry It's sad when we're older, and our grandmothers pass.
They were the one's who taught us some class.
Always calm and loving, always making a fuss.
Never upset, or mad, when it came to loving us.
It's sad when they grow old, and god calls them on.
But their warmth lingers with thoughts of times foregone.
We remember their smile, and the feel of their love.
Still feeling it all, as they look down from above.
We move on with our life, but their love stays inside.
Though sometimes without them there's no one to confide.
Our deepest thoughts and concerns were always theirs too.
Always giving us hugs and saying, "I love you".