It was her hands
Finely aged with grace and experience
It had to be her touch
Never forceful or invasive but tranquil and sweet
Maybe it was her voice
That slow vibration of Christmas bells
I know it was her smell
Familiarly soothing of rose bath soaps and clean clothes
I think it was her walk
Calmly stepping as if time would last forever
It was the way she rose
Early each day to kneel and pray for us
It was her mind
Sharp, witty, classically stable, all knowing
She was the perfect form of beautiful
Without judgment and full of encouragement
She was my heart
She was my Gran
TKittling
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Powerfully touching..
Wrenches at the heart, a lovely sweet tribute to your gran..wow!
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mademe bawl like a baby. I miss my Grammi sooooooooooo much!!!!
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thanks... had to write something for her
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wow this is amazing! great work! really enjoyed it
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thank you, im glad you got to read it
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