My Nice Grandparents - Poem by avantika subramanian
From their tip of their nose
to the tip of their toes,
they are sweet as can be
and it's hard to believe that they've actually turned 73.
They have wrinkles all over their face
and walk at a slow pace.
I love my grandparents
like my wonderful parents
they are nice and kind
and have a calm mind.]
They take good care of me
and always keep me happy
They help me in everything
and push me up and down the swing.
They play with me everytime
and help me in my poetry lines
at times they help me with my studies
and buy me clourful tasty candies.
My grandparent are old and i have heard that old is gold.
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