I Hold My Ground
The blue eyes turn into missiles
She is upset with me
I am her grandma
I have no right to say no
But I do not want her unsafe
She holds my heart in her tiny palm
She tries to get me to give in
I hold my ground
The pouting lip comes out
I cannot help the laughter
She looks exactly like her mother now
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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