Full of Cotton
A small brown bear,
You'd pay no mind.
But it's the only gift she left behind.
The only one that will never judge,
Or when I hit, won't hold a grudge.
Rather, it knows it's out of frustration,
That she's now gone;
A hard situation.
But it reminds me of her,
No matter what I do,
Thank you for the gift grandma.
I love you.
This poem is about:
Me