Grandma'
im a little obsessed with youin your rocking chair
knitting me another pair
of underwear
that i might never wear
but your smile is bright
like polished jellybeans
under grocers glass
and your eyes are wise
but clouded with cancer
you cant see me smiling
but you can hear my laughter
wish we could talk longer grandma
but i have to run
ill let you know how my day went
i hope you have fun
with the aunts and uncles
the cousins and children
all the people that you
had a hand in creating
by the way
i loved the sweater
cant wait till next winter.....
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