A
poem of my granddaughter
being her maiden one
simple and sweet like her
passionate and loving
written with feelings intense
a style of her own
pouring all her affections in lines
made me cry for a while
as I live so far away from her
unable to hold her hand and kiss
the hand that wrote such fastidious poetry.
being her maiden one
simple and sweet like her
passionate and loving
written with feelings intense
a style of her own
pouring all her affections in lines
made me cry for a while
as I live so far away from her
unable to hold her hand and kiss
the hand that wrote such fastidious poetry.
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