#407 BEING A GRANDMOTHER Read Count : 97

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A grandmother I never though could be
Almost the best time of my life for me.

I get to hug and spoil with love
The bundles of joy that come from above.

I see each child in a different light,
And often see what I could have done right.

A grandchild greets you with love and joy
Whether it be a little or big girl or a boy.

They look up to you with adoring pleasure,
A most loving gift you will always treasure.

Many memories are then brought to mind,
And raising your children was the time

You are now enjoying the very best then
Through the eyes of your grandchildren again.

© Copyright 2002.04.04 by Jean E. Gorney

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