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Granny, A person with no surprise

Playing board-games and eating rice

I step onto a creaky board And see a bunch of mice, While I carry a hoard.

Yet with all the complaints and all the issues

I still hand her a tissue and watch her eyes glow with such pride

As she is still a granny Though a treasure trove to many

by Ihsan k.

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In Remembrance of GrandmagrandmaGrandmother

Remembering Mimi

You held our hands too tightly when we crossed the road.
You gave us money for ice-creams if we bought you one.

You took us out for tea and cakes when we were young.
You made fried bread or trifle for when we got home.

We talked of life and god and of our deepest fears.
You told us all the memories of your earlier years.

You didn't like the loud noise that we children made.
We had to ...

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Overnight Stay

Overnight Stay

 

“Time for bed” they said,

In a front room warmed by coal fire licks

Where the red and orange and white flames

Danced patterns on the walls of falling dusk

They push, cajole, entice you to the stairs

And do not notice terror tears welling in your eyes

 

Fourteen steps up the narrow stairwell

Tracing fingers on a pale wallpaper wall

Festooned with or...

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Grandma, You'll Always Be Here

Grandmas are always there,
They're like your parents
But no hundred yard stare
They give you biscuits 
And ruffle your hair
Grandmas are always there
 
Grandmas are always fair
"I didn't do it"
"Not me, I wasn't there"
Then it's all forgotten 
With ne'er a care
Grandmas are always fair
 
Grandmas, they always care
From a big fat lip
To a hospital sca...

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Grandma

 

How can an arch hold

the weight of a boulder,

Bowed over, not groaning?

It was the same with her shoulders.

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