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.
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