R.I.P Grandma
Some grandma’s love to cook,
Some grandma’s love to eat.
Some grandma’s are mean,
And others very sweet,
But my grandma was the best of all that you could ever meet.
Her ideas were always bright,
Her smile a precious sight.
and when I go to sleep I hope I dream of her tonight.
Of all the stories she told,
And how she was so bold,
But most of all how she was worth more than any piece of Gold.
I really love my Grandma.
I really miss her to,
But i’ll always remember her in everything I do.
R.I.P Grandma I love you.
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