mygrandmother
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Poopy diapers and rolling overs
The piggly wiggly’s and ogar toes;
Crawling to stumbling and walking shortly
Then eating sand while tumbling in the waves…
Learning to talk, read, and write
although i was only 5
i knew what it was to drive
knew alll about a ride
which seemed easy
the hard part was learning dead from alive
if only they understood...
at the time i didnt understand
One day you will understand , i promise im not leaving you but ... in reality i have to go ...i want you to know that youre my heart youre my soul more than a grandchild in fact ..
