Her Favorite
She is everything to me, I'd have nothing without her
My alarm clock, my lunch bell, she's my everyday reminder.
There's no love that comes close
No way you could compare, no matter how far I go
Grandma's love will always be there.
She holds me when I hurt and holds me when I cry
No matter how old I get, Grandma's love will never die.
I'm no longer a child, I've entered my adult years
Seeing grandma's smile will always take away my fears.
She's getting quite old now and I'm still her baby
Years and years from now, I hope I'll still be her favorite.
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