Deep green pools of trust giving up at her,
a sacred moment, sealed in time, for all of eternity.
To some it may seem bothersome, but it is not at all to her.
For loving fingers grasp my hand,
happy giggles fill her heart and home.
There is joy within her soul that money can't buy.
And though the world may tell her, I am wrong to stop to play,
She is making some memories for a rainy day.
For little ones grow up we know, all too fast, it is true.
So children dear, Gram will gladly spend the time she has with with you.
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