I see my past in front of me,
my sisters kids the best I see.
I watch as my children long for your love,
I watch you push them away.
I say don't worry, your time will come.
grandma will love you from above.
sad to say, she never comes,
but in my heart, pride that shine,
my three children
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nice tribute to your children. for my wife only her two sons are every thing. i appreciate it as nice poem. every mother thinks like you. a noble mother. thanks.