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Grandmother
Sings softly,
Though I
Continue
Weeping.
She bathes
My grief
Ravaged face,
So similar
To her own,
With sweetness
And night.
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Bear…05.23.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016
Grandmother…Bear…05.22.2016…ⓒBearspawprint2016
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GRANDMOTHER
bearspawprint 
Lucky grandma!
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Why hello there, Grandma. Is your Newbie talking now? What does he call you?
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It is a long and sad story grandma, but I do not get to see him except on his mother’s blog… ergo he calls me nothing. But it’s wonderful to hear from you. ❤
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Write, my Beautiful Poetess, write to your descendant, and sign those missals with the name you want him to call you, that you imagine in your heart. Include photos and pressed flowers, and bits of this and that. One day he will read what you have written, and know you, as you already know him, as love, in your heart. ❤
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I really long for Grandma’s Hands because I don’t have Grandmas Hands anymore. Miss both my Grandmas; Eva Sophronia Palmer and Hattie Finney Banks.
Bill Withers – Grandma’s Hands
https://youtube/TdrChyGb574
https://youtube/lAoFAhJJF7M
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Hello, I think I have been too long absent. ❤
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Glad you have returned. Always happy to read your poetic gems. There is always something to touch my heart and soul.
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Thank you. Thank you very much.
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And yet with ravaged face and perhaps wounded spirit grandmother remains what she has always been – a beacon during dark nights and dark times, a guide that nurtures and assures.
A maternal figure watching over her grandchildren who suffers when they fall and rejoices when they pick themselves up.
Be well and stay strong.
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❤
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Your kindness has brushed some of the dust from my heart.
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