My Grandmother
Her voice was music to my ears.
She would always wipe away my tears.
I loved the smell of her powder and perfume
If i ever needed a place to stay, she would always find room.
The smell of her apple pies and home cooking
would slip another gift for me under the christmas tree when
no one was looking.
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