My Granny

My Granny, wise, gentle, and sweet,

Her kindness is one to remember forever,

She loves a good laugh, and a funny story,

I’m grateful she’s my granny.

Her fingers and hands are always in use, 

Never still and silent, but always on the move,

Her Laugh carries across the room,

I’m grateful she’s my granny.

9 Comments

  1. My interesting attempt of poetry. XD

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    1. Beth323 says:

      It’s great! 🙂

      ~Beth

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  2. ManJan says:

    My grandma climbs roofs and chases horses. Not the gentle type xD

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  3. abi lyn says:

    I like your poem! I nominated you for the Real Neat Blog Award: https://notofthisworld.home.blog/2019/11/09/real-neat-blogger-award/
    ❤ Abi Lyn 🙂

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    1. Thank you! I will get at it in a few hrs!

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  4. XD, that reminds of my Obachan.
    She kills bees with her hands. XD

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  5. Stormy says:

    Nice! You finally have a blog now! xD

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  6. Thank you! Yes finally, it took me time to figure it out.

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