Remembering My Grandma

by KUCurlyQ

December 30, 2013

She used to say "there's my sweetheart"

But that was before we had to part

Our eskimo kiss

Is one thing I miss

She was like a second mother

We told stories to each other

She'd almost always read me a book

And oh man did she know how to cook

For her smile I'd walk a mile

To see her face

I'd run a race

If I could see her one more time

I would go for a nice long clmb

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KUCurlyQDec 30, 2013

<p>I love this poem. It means so much to me because my grandma was such a special person to me. One of my favorite lines in this poem would have to be "Our eskimo kiss is one thing I miss." We always did that and that meant so much to me. I'll never forget that and I will never forget her.</p>