They were the best of times
Grandma's kitchen was always inviting :
tea, a smile, the smell of something baking.
The sun was an ever welcome guest,
time spent there was without a doubt the best.
Even for her favourite li'l Tasmanian devil
Grandma knew how to make the mundane special.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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