Poetry
Grandma
(Based on my Grandma)
by Postulant Caitlin
I loved her so
And she loved me
She tied my bow
And called me bee
She was there
All the time
I knew she'd care
I'm her mime
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3 Comments:
"I'm her mime"
What a sheer delight! Well done, Caitlin.
Yes, wonderful poem Caitlin.
Hope to see more of your stuff here.
Maybe postulant Josh could drop in with one of his poems, too?
What a sunny poem, how gorgeous.
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