My Ancestor

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My grandma is unique,

With her quiet, gentle way,

But she is no ordinary antique

That you see every day.

 

Her eyes are always sparkling,

Even when met with bad news.

Like a mountain she will cling,

And continue to encourage and amuse.

 

She has the strength others search for,

But in the end, you know,

That it becomes a bore

Because she stole the courage long ago.

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The Darcy Perspective

Thank you, and I wish I still did.

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