Grandma - Poem by Rebecca Navarre
My Momma's always cried, when she looks into
a new born's eyes.. But, I like Grandma's side..
Where you just look into the skies.. To find that
door that opens wide.. To where over rainbows and
golden fields, we can fly.. And up that apple tree
we can climb.. Time, we can steal.. Do a cartwheel..
She said, years and time, and whats on the outside..
Doesn't matter.. Age can only make you feel sadder,
but appreciation, makes you gladder.. Just close
your eyes, and try.. To always live.. All that you
survive, as a child from your heart inside.. Always
take those dreams.. Those reigns, hold tight..and ride..
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