Grandma Who

I have not met yet

Grandma Who

Many others will fit the role

Grandma Who

I do not know

  She could wrap her hair in a bun;

Or could pull up her sleeves in the summer

While working in the garden

Or sip cold tea

While watching us play

She could be wise beyond her years

Or beautiful in many ways

With hair like a red velvet sun

Or as grey as her age;

She could be anything,

And I’d still love her

  But Grandma Who does not know anyone anymore

She has faded into a memory, in which I do not share

  So to those who know the ones you love: Do not lose the moon while counting the stars.

I’ll make sure, sweetie. Thanks for telling me!

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