By Pauline Hamblin

Memories of my Grandma,
And the love she has given.
Childhood crimes we commited,
How easily they were forgiven.

Mom says she spoils me,
And lets me ge my way
I know I can have anything,
If she gets her say.

My loving heart,
I learned from Gram.
It's because of her,
I am what I am.

As she watches me,
Her heart fills with pride.
My mother's character,
In me, can't be denied.

As I go through life,
One thing I'll remember.
Sitting at Grandma's feet
Love, warm like a glowing ember.

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