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Great-Great Grandmother
 
In my hands I hold a photo
Of a little baby boy
wrapped in the loving arms of the one
Who is his great-great grandmother

The tears are rolling down her cheeks
As she cradles this special child
Touching his brow, holding his hand
Loving him like no other

For him the sun is just now rising
As his life is taking form
But for her the sun is setting
As she nears her final curtain call

Gentle kisses on his forhead
As she hands him off to another
He won't remember her loving arms
But the keepsake photo will tell it all

Love you Mom

skaepkee-keepsake


By frog

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


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