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I keep a special box next to my heart~
And if I feel as though my life is falling apart.
I open it up and the memories drift out~
To embrace me delicately ~ just like grandma did.
And I still do remember on Christmas day.
My grandma would read to me~
I remember as a young child of three.
She would sit me on her knee.
And recently I opened the box~
To discover a small old clock.
Now that clock sat on ~
a table next to Grandma's chair.
When I close my eyes~
I can see her sitting there.
Her silvery hair freshly bundled up.
Sipping hot tea from her China cup.
I have a special box I keep close to my heart.
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