Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Poetry from Anonymous

My Grandparents

The core to my heart.
Lectures given when I lose my way.
The pulling on my clothing for a big embrace.
I am no longer the small one being held.

When tears roll down
My face, their laughter brings a smile.

They’ve struggled in

Life to see their family success.

The reason I continue to strive.

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