My Grand Mother

Those twinkling eyes, her love for fun
that hearty laugh, revealing those missing teeth
strands of mysterious grey hair, tied into a bun
everything about her is so special.

On her lap I would sit
listening to her endless stories;
exaggerated a bit
still feast to my ears.

My tongue still twitches to the taste of her dishes
she made to please my growling stomach
with all her heart, she fulfilled my quirky wishes
concealed my little crimes, my ultimate savior. 

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