The Reason Poem by Jim Yerman

The Reason



She was always giving
always accepting,
always compassionate
and kind.
She was love
and sympathy
and caring
and charity
combined.

Whenever we would thank her
she would hold us close
and she would whisper in our ear…
Isn't that the reason dear…
the reason we're all here?

Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: giving,grandmother,love
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