Which One Is She
This is what your grandma looked like when I found her.
Great-grandpa Willy was grinning as wide as a piano bench.
I stared at the photo; four beauties, none looked like grandma.
Which one is she? I asked him, completely confused.
She is the beautiful one on the right, Willy told me.
The prettiest one! Wow! This was really something.
She was a fox! He said, a catch, gorgeous beyond the moon.
Great-grandma came over and took a peek at the photo.
That is my sister Janet, she said, and three of her friends.
She flipped through the photo album and found a picture of herself.
That’s me with four kids and one on the way.
This made more sense to me. Grandpa was not speaking.
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