My Old Gran
When you hit life’s low
in deep confusion
of which it seemed no end,
I recall you thanking God
for one’s family also I
your grandson a very good friend.
Whilst your body racked with pain
torment you could not hide
an instance of loving charms,
when from your heart
a welcome sincere
within ever open arms.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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