Grandma’s

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The parent of my parent

Is who you really are

The grand to my mother

One generation, not too far

From me to you

There’s just one space

Where my mother leaves off

You take her place

In training me

And exposing me to your ways

With each visit an adventure

Oh how I long for those days

In the summertime

Your place becomes my haven

For fun and relaxation

Sometimes a little misbehavin’

You see, Grandma’s are for fun

God knew that they would be

They’re good the second time around

Cause this time it’s for free

Thank you for reading and following

dorothy’s page © 2021 D. E. Young

2 thoughts on “Grandma’s

  1. Dorothy, your verses stir my own memories of my grandmothers. I am thinking of cookies right now (not sure why). One didn’t bake much so there was always a package of Oreos hiding in the cupboard. The other baked chocolate chip cookies, and they were waiting in an old coffee tin. Both shared so much love.

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