You know how relatives can be,
Each has a tale to tell,
Some sell you stuff, some give it free,
God knows that very well...
Reach out to some and they refrain
And yet a few embrace,
Not stopping there, they smile again,
Don't doubt their share of grace...
My Mother's Mother was so grand
Of all I've come to know,
To think, she'd often take my hand,
Hold tight and not let go...
Each has sweet memories to enthrall,
Rejoice, true love's God's miracle...
Denis Martindale April 2017.
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