My grandma is a GlamMaw

my grandma is not a grandma at all, but a glam-maw her porch is a reflection of the beauty she gleans healthy plants with gorgeous pink and red blossoms a porch swing with plump soft pillows for comfort my glam-maw does not do anything that is not glamorous even her teensy tiny nightgown is pretty with its pink lambs grandpa and she cuddle on this swing, enjoying the night winds the stars look down, hoping they can twinkle half as well as she does I have known about glam-maw since I was a teensy baby recognizing the angelic look in her eye, knowing she loved me she keeps nothing that she does not love, which explains her glam her entire house is full of goodness and joy, reflecting her glam-maw-ness.