Grandmother
Your bright eyes of old
A story to be told
Containing memories of youth
With some embellished truth
You have been strong
For so very long
A life of perfection
With unchanged direction
Your words guide me well
In all that you tell
But no answers for sale
Allowing me to fail
So I may learn
From you in turn
To remember what I do
And pass it onto someone new
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